Star of Stars –
Thank you for your Welcome
Taj Mahal luminous on the wall
Hands hold roses around a heart
Saying: Wish you Were Here
For okra and butter chicken
As ice cold Cobra beer slips easily
Down the neat, tree-lined paths.
Wish You Were Here
Before I jump into the picture
Of Popadom and Lady’s finger
Meander the coriander
Through the romance of mint,
Mango, lime pickle, flagrant rice,
And the white mausoleum tragedy
Of love stories.
