A Song 56

At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
Ms. Parsi and Mr. Parsi,
at
open windows, doors
of Peace;
in aged, wooden arm chairs
on breakfast snores
of
brun maska, kharis, chais;
walk in wind, sky, sea
to the table,
slop into cushioned sofas,
snooze.
May chimes.
May tolls.
May asleep.