A Song 227

Checking at Vaikunt,
Tuka, Kabira
into 51 drums welcome,
lunch with Vithoo and Rakku.
Broke for a yawn.
Evening into a guppa
when Tuka popped:
'We have said our prayers,
will you return the compliments,
ever?'
Mused Kabira:
Did you sledge, curse
Creation?
playing dice,
did Kauravs and Pandus
sledge, slang?
No evidence.
But You Lord are supreme.
Passports snatched,
deported,
Tuka and Kabira
at Marine Drive
on Arabian Sea.

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For years, o years,
a paltry journalist
with story lists.
Soups of facts, fairies,
dressed with
kothmeer, curry leaves,
salt, sugar
for 5 minute reads
into nods,
storks
in packed locals.


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Morning walks
on Yogi Nagar Road,
a zeroness.
Evenings,
Niranjan,
Ajit,
Chitkabra,
Raja, 
a manyness.


...

At the race,
hare and tortoise
slept
on the tracks
tired of pace. 

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