NOSTALGIA

POEM

We vividly recall the
days on which
we were part and parcel of
the capital city of Delhi.
Though Delhites
we were delighted
the very moments dark clouds
appeared on the sky.
We often anxiously waited
for blessings by the
rain god for torrential
rains to escape from  intolerable heat
and heat waves or loo lashing the city
and we used to
dance down the streets
until we were satisfied to the brim.
Citizens and vehicles
nearly submerged
across the length and breadth of the
capital city.
It was  sort of a festival for all of us
both watching the pouring rain
glancing from the balconies and those who
often swam with the current.
The same was the case
with the drivers and other travelers
inside the vehicles.
For those who were
an integral part of the capital city
even today Delhi
has not changed a bit and whenever
the city nearly
drowns in the water
and rises to the maximum height
like a reservoir in spate.
For we watching
the sight through visual media
the scent of nostalgia
compels us to visit the
city once in a while.