Hi Aryaman, the Poet,
Suddenly, there is no e-mail from you.
I wonder if you are caught up in a duet
Or gone on holiday to beaches of Phuket.
I am sure a poem is cooking in your mind
Taking time in the hot and humid May,
Like Khichda cooking in a clay pot
In Delhi Durbar on the Colaba Causeway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem