Becoming
by Tim Blight
How I fell in love with your streets,
the rhythm of your dhol,
That first September, to November chill
With others so harsh, but benevolent with I
Gazing into your soul
Accepted me in warm, and whole
The monsoon’s dregs, on your flooded streets,
Washed clean by morning
I said that I’d rather go dreaming
New cameras and no connections
Gymkhana to royal arches
Reclining, bathed in moonlight, as the storm passes
And when it did, and we awoke
Oceans apart
But forever in our hearts
You’re a poet – and you know it!
Well written sir!!
Haha thanks Andy – it’s not much but it’s something I put together a while ago about my favourite city <3