I want to be a tourist Poem by Kapka Kassabova

I want to be a tourist

Rating: 4.6


I imagine my life as a city
somewhere in the third world, or the second.
And I want to be a tourist
in the city of my life.

I want to stroll in shorts and baseball hat,
with laminated maps and dangling cameras.
I want to find things for the first time.
Look, they were put there just for me!

I want a room with musty curtains.
I want a view of rubbish dumps and urchins.
I want food poisoning, the dust of traffic
in the mouth, the thrill of others' misery.

Let me be a tourist in the city of my life.
Give me overpriced coffee in the square,
let me visit briefly the mausoleum of the past
and photograph its mummy,

give me the open sewers, the stunted dreams,
the jubilation of ruins, the lepers, the dogs,
give me signs in a language that I never
have to learn. Then take my money and let me go.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 31 March 2017

In the city of my life..... thanks for posting....

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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 March 2017

Let me be a tourist in the city of my life. Give me overpriced coffee in the square, ...great imginary expression. Beautiful poem I appreciate. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 March 2017

In the city of my life! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 31 March 2017

a poem of being free to experience the not so good things in life? ..........well written.

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Mohammad Muzzammil 01 April 2023

Praiseworthy

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Ratnakar Mandlik 31 March 2017

A beautiful sojourn in the dream city with the fantastic flight of imagery.

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A journey off the beaten path...that's what life is about..

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Madhabi Banerjee 31 March 2017

well expression. in the city of my life. thanks a lots.

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Rajnish Manga 31 March 2017

An objective portrayal an old city with its ruins linking it to earlier times and to history. It has so many unpleasant scenes to offer. I think a tourist looks at everything with curiosity and interest whereas the locals get exasperated on seeing again and again the darker sides of life there since they have to live with it.

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