over a glass of rum
Saturday, June 4, 2016
A Song 58
At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
Ms. Parsi and Mr. Parsi,
humble harmoniums,
tend to chuckles
of pipal and banyan
bristles,
in garden nooks,
below June drizzles;
Goti did his bit,
piddled,
got cuddled.
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