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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Monisha Rastogi

Monisha is a teacher by profession & passion. Being a wife of a Defence officer, she keeps moving and relocating to new places, making new friends and creating beautiful memories.
A mother of two teenage boys, and mother teacher to hundreds of teenagers, she keeps herself busy with school related activities.
She loves travelling, reading, writing & solving soduko.
A blogger by choice, she enjoys composing poems.

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