Curry, cricket & culture – Part 5

My South African soles step onto Indian soil, these are my stories…


Tear down all the titles, talks and tours.
Strip away the slams, showcases and sets.

Take them all.
In turn, give me one more day with the Delhi Poetry Slam workshop warriors.

I will never be the same again.
I will never perform the same again.
I carry you on my back,
We soar together.

I walked in masked as a mentor, but left soaked in your spirit.
You hold a piece of my heart, I have lost limbs.

Step onto the stage of life.
Inhale your moment, exhale your truth.
Then, take a bow.
You have earned it.

I raise my hands up, until the sinew under both shoulders stretch.

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