over a glass of rum
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
A Song 60
At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka,
needled by Ms. Parsi;
made it to
every home,
Tansen and Bhimsen,
without touching
on love, sex, guns and murder;
never a Booker prize.
A June sea-wind
at the windows,
took them away.
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