When Dreams Start Hurting Poem by Rajesh Kumar

Ablaze in the daylights of Nagpur
I now realize why their Oranges
Are a fiery red
The color of fire and the Sun.

Its a fire so frenzied
That this beautiful town with is beautiful roads
Clean and neat people
Scurry around the streets
on bipeds and mopeds attired
Like terrorists.
Yesterday in my hotel room
As I made way for the mistress
of sleep to invade
I dreamt of us
Of the last time I was in Nagpur
And we had a softy ice cream
@ Haldirams.

Fire of all fires
My very own dreams
Have now started hurting.
Nagpur
Is on fire.
May 2007

(Nagpur is a town in India famous for its hot sun and fiery red oranges)