Beauty in the Madness—A Reflection of Delhi

By Andrew Antwi

You see the grey brown crowded and unpaved roads
I see a puzzle

You are disgusted by the trash all around

I see a splash of rainbow

You sneeze passing by the spices

I taste hand-picked herbs ground by a mother’s touch, sprinkled on a farmer’s choice

You see thousands of tangled cables,

I see crawling vines in castles

You say overpopulation

Don’t lie, it felt like a celebration

Don’t be blinded by the smog—there is so much to see 

Don’t be deafened by the car horns—it is a new musical composition

Lodi Gardens was not a perfect ten but it was surely zen

The journey to Karim’s was dreadful and congested, but it only took a taste of the food to take the pain away 

No Advil, no ibuprofen—just a taste of Karim’s.

You saw mosques, churches, Hindu shrines and Sikh temples all overlapping each other

Delhi sure was crazy, but let’s not forget the beauty.