My City

Which city are you from?

I say,
I am from Dehradun.
The city to which belongs my beautiful British house,
The one where my mother gave birth to me.

I say,
I am from Dinjan,
The township growing on a tea-leaf,
The one from which I have my first memory.

I say,
I am from Deolali,
The forgotten child of Nashik,
The one where I ran along the fireflies happily.

I say,
I am from Wellington.
The one where the clouds get caught in the branches,
The one where a 6-foot long snake gave me a visit.

I say,
I am from Srinagar.
The real heaven on earth,
The one where I ran across poppies to receive the love of my first puppy.


I say,
I am from Kashipur.
The small town near Jim Corbett,
The one where I was chanced by a monkey everyday.

I say,
I am from Pune.
The deccan city of rain,
The one where I found my first love.

I say,
I am from Delhi.
The potpourri of cultures and traditions,
The one where I learned to love myself.

Today,
I am from SNU,
The mini-city for exploration and creativity,
The one where I discover myself each day.

1 comment:

  1. I like how poem has portrayed the fact that the poet is a part of every city she has lived in, and how all of them together form this hybrid of cities, which form poet's life as a whole from the sum of her life in those cities.

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