BIRTHPLACE

BIRTHPLACE

In fourth grade, I came to know,
That Red-Fort is a monument and,
Tricolour is a symbol of democracy,
And next day, all my class fellow out caste me,
The answer I wrote in my notebook went wrong,
I just felt a slap on my face during national anthem for standing differently,
I visited this city more than seventy two times,
And my mother is now sixty eight,
New Delhi's roads's zebra crossings were painted all in,
My black desires and my white Desires,
In inheritance some times you get diabetes,
And sometimes pains of previous generation,
In other's opinions,
I must drink a few pegs of sanity,
A dog barks here and there,
But genocide was not a joke,
Ashamed I put a curtain on myself,
In next visit I wish to fill in my migrated eyes the red color of fort,
And to taste those Sage and demon wishes in my breakfast,
And will like to bid adieu to my birthplace.

Reviews

[KWP]

Written like a true Punjabi 'I must drink a few pegs of sanity'

I like the circular format here, I like the visuals. I have visited the Red First and know of those barking dogs. I feel you felt wronged by Delhi - always interesting what thoughts and experiences steer our view on life - and yet, memories are just that, past, gone, and still we attach our own translation on them to form our view for daily life.

I enjoyed the stew you have made here of what is Delhi to you. Very nice X

[ElizaB]

Thank you for entering.

This line in particular really struck me. A couple of months ago I was reading an article surrounding nationhood/nationalism. It used the flag as a particular example and suggested how it had been forgotten or overlooked in today's society. I suppose that all it originally stood for is now viewed as something quite different.
Anyway, that is why this is my favourite line:

I just felt a slap on my face during national anthem for standing differently

Thanks for entering!