{"id":101999,"date":"2021-06-27T06:52:52","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:52:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101999"},"modified":"2021-06-27T06:52:52","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:52:52","slug":"ode-to-my-hometown-hour-21","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/ode-to-my-hometown-hour-21\/","title":{"rendered":"Ode to my hometown- Hour 21- text poetry pro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I never wandered enough through you, mostly keeping away from dryly lit lanes even under the hot summer sun,\u00a0 except<\/p>\n<p>A couple of times when i wanted to ruin my name in your honour, in your lanes<\/p>\n<p>I cajoled myself to collect faded paper tickets and plastic metro coins<\/p>\n<p>As you hustled and bustled all over me, my existence shredded in the high rise offices that have their own smells<\/p>\n<p>That nauseate. Not so much like the stench of urine on walls decorated by children for the world something day, belching<\/p>\n<p>Uncouth paramours who wish to make you a Draupadi* in the bazar hoot and you remember<\/p>\n<p>Ted Hughes taught by a broken voice on a rainy day in the glistening ancient heritage university where<\/p>\n<p>You saw me gobble my lunch tersely while i waited for my first date with whom<\/p>\n<p>I wandered the river that pass by you, never ever belonging to you creating an obnoxious<\/p>\n<p>Reality that is twined with dreams, middle-class dreams, middle paths and middle everythings<\/p>\n<p>Like your lungs that now douse the day&#8217;s acerbic dust with beloved poetry<\/p>\n<p>For that is your soul.<\/p>\n<p>*Draupadi: Queen of the Pandavas in <em>Mahabharata<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I never wandered enough through you, mostly keeping away from dryly lit lanes even under the hot summer sun,\u00a0 except A couple of times when i wanted to ruin my name in your honour, in your lanes I cajoled myself to collect faded paper tickets&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1213,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[4217,4750,3941],"class_list":["post-101999","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2021marathonpoem","tag-2021hour21","tag-poetry-prompt-response"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101999","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1213"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101999"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101999\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102135,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101999\/revisions\/102135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101999"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101999"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101999"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}