I Was Italian In A Past Life

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga

I was Italian in a past life  

So much that right now it's an absolute strife Not to go to my beloved Roma and live la dolce vita Perché vivo la vita come voglio viverla. 

Undeterred, I hear the gentle sounds of the Fontana di  Trevi 

Oh how I long to be amongst the animated and effervescent  bevy 

Of individuals who'd teach me: "Il dolce far niente" - People who feel like they're my long lost parente. 

Once in Roma, I shall indulge myself in scrumptious  arancini, 

Devour all the splendid handiwork of brilliant Federico  Fellini; 

Roaming on the cobbled streets, I'll relish my first ever  taste of gelato; 

I shall witness the allure of the grand operas' staccato.

In sweet Roma, tutti freeheartedly embrace. 

The longing for this setting is my heart's only true case  - 

Of at long last getting through to my beloved Roma Of at long last, enriching all my yearning soma.

By Harmehma Kaur Bagga