Some reflection on my trip to India.
At three in the morning, nearly the end of December;
I'm retreating on an overnight flight.
I am not giving up, I'm just saying goodbye to you.
You know I loved the idea of living with you but
when I saw how you beat your children I fled the city.
I met your good people and the bad ones too.
I stood where kings stood, watched the sun set and wondered if they feared what I fear.
I looked over the landscape where generals once planned and murmured a ritual prayer.
You kissed me in the hill station away from the smog and the heat and the hate. I could forgive you but I turn my heart homewards, please don't stay up or wait.