Type: Poems

We were English medium kids

we grew up in Lucknow, Delhi,

Calcutta, but read in schools,

old English goods who spoke of

seasons that didn’t exist — “Shall

I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

left us more than a little confused,

yes of course, if you insist, but

something inside us still refused,

have you ever lived a Delhi summer,

‘coz if you do, you won’t woo with

that line unless your love’s a bummer.