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.
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