Gaiety is auditorium for the British ghosts
Where they staged their plays one by one
Across the center of the stage in shadows.
Natives now deputize for the British ghosts
Who now merely rattle midnight windows,
Speak a ghostly English on brown mouths.
At the center of stage, our Lady Macbeth
Wrings bloody hands in Arabian perfumes
For audience ghosts, wiping British tears .
We are natives privileged to repeat history
Acting out a few mealy mouthed dialogues.
But we still love playing the white ghosts.
(After visiting the Gaiety theater in Shimla)