A Nehruvian Dream
My tryst with Nehru
Was after a long queue
I had to wait for an hour
Cos it was after all, the Man with a flower.
He looked as handsome as anyone could be
But I was only given minutes three
I asked him point blank about Edwina
He replied, “Oh! She was my Katrina”
But how did Dear Mrs Kamala feel
To which, his emotion he could not conceal
But before I could a selfie click
My mom was by my bedside with a broom stick.
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