At Marine Drive
in Arabian Sea,
Kabir and Tuka
swept into a sulking Sea;
in search went
Ms.and Mr. Parsi
cycling an up and down Sea,
a windy sky;
souped souls
made wholes
surfaced at Chowpatty
to rums, brandy and
bhelpuris.
A Sunday choir
of unforced errors.
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