When the dim rays of the morning sun fail to wake me even at nine,
I know Dilli Ki sardi is back in all its prime.
When the ever sweaty Mohit switches from AC to no-fans overnight,
I know Dilli ki sardi se ab marni padegi fight.
When the first thought each morning is of a hot cuppa coffee,
I know Dilli ki sardi is going to give us third degree.
When adrak ki chai becomes a daily ritual,
I know Dilli ki sardi's arrival is truly factual.
When my oily skin demands some moisture and cream,
I know Dilli ki sardi is here to make us scream.
When my cupboards get their bi-annual cleaning,
I know Dilli ki sardi can't see the world weaning.
When the sun doesn't rise but the days still end,
I know Dilli ki sardi is back with no amends.
When I and the blankets stay on the bed all day,
I know Dilli ki sardi has claimed another prey.
When the whole house reeks of nose snot,
I know Dilli ki sardi has left us all distraught.
When I take solace in coats covering the fat,
I know Dilli ki sardi is making me see the prayer mat.
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