over a glass of rum
Monday, April 4, 2016
A Song 43
At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
after Eden 6666,
flat on mats,
arms pillowing heads,
in a woozy snoozy of
bats, balls, grass,
scrabbling koyal-speech,
slap of seas,
swish of skies.
Edened souls.
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