Sunday, January 31, 2016

A Song 11



At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
across ages,
strolling, crawling, trolling,
mauling, mailing words,
easing them to a moksha
by the Sea,
patting witness, Gulti, their stray,
readying for a 5G foray,
without dismay. 
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