It is 12th December 1911 :>)
Coo, Co, and Claude attend the Durbar in celebration of George V's and Mary of Teck's coronation, which had occurred a few months earlier in the UK. The Durbar proves a tense occasion :>o

The terrace of moonlit audiences

They stand in Coronation Park,
just south of Shahjahanabad,
their moonlit skin shown velvet dark,
their bodies dressed in Madras plaid.

The Durbar starts; see George ascend
with Mary to the famous ridge
where Mutiny met bloody end
to mend the British East Co. bridge.

George wears a massive eight-arch crown
with rubies, diamonds, sapphires too;
it's heavy and it makes him frown
in shades of red and white and blue.

Approaching his and Mary's thrones
come royals of the eastern lands,
bedecked in fewer precious stones,
all bowing low and waving hands.

But what is this? Sarajirao,
Baroda's Gaekwar, starts to cough,
gives just the simplest sort of bow,
and turns his back when walking off.

From stately tent to crowded rows
a moment passes, filled with fears,
but Bhopal makes the peaceful pose
and once again the terrace cheers.

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Written on 2019-05-13 at 20:18

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written, but I don't understand what's going on. Some research is called for, I think.