Oh what I wouldn’t try to do
For but a drop
Of Bangalore rain
The steamy wet mud incense
Soaks through the all-too-blinded
New money two-storey houses
But, oh, what’s that
A 2% glimmer of something
A je ne sais quoi?
A 2% vegetable-market-mixed-with-chai
A 2% late night kabab stall
A 2% unsightly shopping mall basement
A 2.5% biryani from my mother’s hands
A 2.5% cat resting on a soft four poster bed
(Dark wood, of course)
A 2.5% afternoon nap lull
An 86.5% sound of a heart weeping,
Far far away,
For home.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Oh what I wouldn’t try to do
For but a drop
Of Bangalore rain
The steamy wet mud incense
Soaks through the all-too-blinded
New money two-storey houses
But, oh, what’s that
A 2% glimmer of something
A je ne sais quoi?
A 2% vegetable-market-mixed-with-chai
A 2% late night kabab stall
A 2% unsightly shopping mall basement
A 2.5% biryani from my mother’s hands
A 2.5% cat resting on a soft four poster bed
(Dark wood, of course)
A 2.5% afternoon nap lull
An 86.5% sound of a heart weeping,
Far far away,
For home.
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