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Dear Ants of New Delhi

Kasmere Gate Metro Station


While you were out in 405, enjoying the orange bar at Red Fort
I went and got sick myself,
A sneeze appeared near the blue line
As I entered the metro
Your great-great grandmother had lived
Behind the back of that track.
Somehow, without me even turning on the tap,
A basin mysteriously appeared.
A strange sneeze and cough,
Appeared at the speed of autorickshaw.
I don’t think we will ever discover
Exactly how the supply of chocolate
Managed to cut down in the kitchen
(especially when you were not home)
or how bro just went and mistook
the faint heat of March for a fever.
I can tell you I was scared when,
As if by magic,
A series of clangs and crowds
Appeared on the balcony. Then on roads
I was being good
(honest)
but I think the city is haunted so,
knowing you’re going to have a fit,
I am going to be in house for a bit.

Heavily Inspired from Dear Mum by Brian Patten.

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