Filth and mud that get entangled in the shoe, the frogs nagging;
Concrete disciplined lanes and flyovers, I don’t miss you!
I like the small-town roads and the dim street lights that lit them up,
Lazy bicycles, rickshaws, bikes and a few old-fashioned cars;
Gaudy Audis and BMWs, I don’t miss you!
I like the small store my mother takes me to, to buy me the new-year gift,
The genuine smile on that seller’s face, the excitement that makes him drift;
Colossus shopping malls and fake greetings at branded stores, I don’t miss you!
I like the dispute with neighbors, the noisy quarrels over minor issues,
Next day the bowl of the fish I don’t get to eat that they offer me;
Neighbors with false courtesy, I don’t miss you!
I like the stairs that lead up to my room,
Not a tiring scale, a refreshing one- I tell you;
Elevators and escalators, I don’t miss you!
I like the food at home, they are delicious and I tend to overeat,
The love and care that goes in to cooking them, the hands that feed me;
Fake aroma at a McD table, forks and spoons, I don’t miss you!
I like the poverty, the honesty and the genuineness,
The feeling of being at home, surrounded by those who care for you,
Mirages of luxury and comfort, I don’t miss you!