over a glass of rum
Monday, May 29, 2017
A Song 135
At Marine Drive
on Arabian Sea,
Tuka and Kabira
have no waters to jump into,
no trees to hang from.
Neither living,
nor dying,
wait for Metro,
to fall under.
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