A Nehruvian Dream

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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