over a glass of rum
Sunday, March 13, 2016
A Song 35
At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
avoid snapping flowers,
walk round fallen flowers;
make it to Chowpaty beach
with Bhimsen,
on an unsung, 9-note,
rag alap;
a crowd of three,
in a sandy, windy do
without ado.
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