In the loft of Bedekar Stores,
in the folds of Borivili market,
two sparrows fed two chicks
yelling out of a hay nest;
father, mother
sped in and out
feeding mouths ajar;
Fans and lights,
switched off
for an easy bringing up.
Bhandarkar offered
a stool;
we watched.
He has been in it
every day,
when father and mother
thought up an apartment.
Clients in dimness,
dealing in Konkani Aam Papads,
became a clicking crowd.
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