This is old Dehra

Of mangoes and lemons

Where I grew up

Beside the jacranda

Planted by my father

On the sunny side

Of the long veranda.

This is the house

Since sold

To Major General Mehra.

The town has grown,

None knows me now 

Who knew

My mother's laughter.

Most men come home as strangers.

And yet,

The trees my father planted here-

These spreading trees-

Are still at home in Dehra.