I found jasmine for her here, in New Delhi

New Delhi Love Song

by Michael Creighton

Smog and dust mix with the air in New Delhi.

I buy jasmine for her hair in New Delhi.

People come from everywhere to this city;

all are welcomed with a stare in New Delhi.

The finest things in life don’t come without danger.

Eat the street food, if you dare, in New Delhi.

We push in line and fight all day for each rupee.

Can you remember what is fair in New Delhi?

There is nothing you can’t find in our markets.

Socks and dreams sell by the pair in New Delhi.

So many families on the street through the winter;

Sometimes good men forget to care in New Delhi.

My friends ask, Michael, why’d you leave your own country?

I found jasmine for her here, in New Delhi.

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6 thoughts on “I found jasmine for her here, in New Delhi

  1. You tell of love and poverty in the same poem wtih such carefully selected words that one sees the streets so well in New Delhi…thanks for sharing your poem.

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