ਇਹ ਸਫ਼ਾ ਪ੍ਰਮਾਣਿਤ ਹੈ
ਪਰਦੇਸੀ ਢੋਲਾ
How I have yearned this city could be mine
These roads
These rain-soaked lights
could hide me in their arms
and I could forget my past.
It is heartening to note that now Punjabis have started immersing their ashes in the Thames. With me, Punjabi, the language of my ancestors, will be dead forever as my sons do not speak it. I can imagine it dissolving in the water flowing hurriedly towards the ocean.
[Literary London, 2009
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