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
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
Fire of all fires
My very own dreams
Have now started hurting.
Is on fire.
(Nagpur is a town in India famous for its hot sun and fiery red oranges)
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