(Barson)



New Delhi at three A.M.

Just arrived by K.L.M.

Left the airport in the heat

In the bus strange people meet

Driving through the starless night

Passing very unusual sights



Left the bus at five to five

Caught a taxi started to drive

He thought I was a millionaire

And accordingly put up the fare

Dawn was breaking in the east

Causing this hot night to cease



Mosquitos buzzing in my ears

Grating sound of clashing gears

Burning rubber filled the air

Taxi driver began to swear

The heat was burning my head was turning

It was then the car broke down

Just on the outskirts of town



A camel from the Dhrangadhra

Silently passed by our car

A vulture circled high above in the air

I had to shade my eyes to cover the glare

Sweating in the plastic seats

Hard to breathe in the increasing heat



Lying back my mind started to

Drift into an uneasy sleep

I dreamt I was in New Delhi

Slowly dying of la grippe