THE MIST HANGING OVER DELHI

Standing by the side of the road
with my hands tucked casually into my jacket pockets

and the everpresent dusty orange construction
to my left and my right

I think to myself
that this beautiful mist
hanging over Delhi
is being wasted on me,
because my Love is 3000 miles away,
and isn't with me anymore.

How can I enjoy the rain,
or smile at the sunlight,
or breathe contently
at the scent of a rose
when...
- my heart.