Republic Day.
Parade is off.
Umbrellas up.
Drainage down.
Moods off-centre.
It was going to have been fun.
Clouds got in the way.
Soft drops
Persistent,
Turned streets
Into a citywide canal.
Picnics off.
People glum.
Just sit at home and watch the parade on Doordarshan.
It isn't raining in Delhi, at least.
Jai hind.
Or something like that.
Can't be patriotic when it's raining and all grey.
Just sleepy.
And cat-lazy.
Delightful day.
4 comments:
and in the middle of all this you went to school.
shame-shame
and it was NEVER going to have been fun.
only an ass like you would've thought that.
i didn't expect the programme to be fun. i'm not insane. just too damned good.
I saw Doordarshan too. And skipped. And had khichuri afterwards. And laughed thinking about Peacock walking out in the deluge to hoist the flag while the Guides holding umbrellas over her head got drenched.
Delightful poem by the way.
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