Two poems meet on the sidewalk
a busy street in Mumbai
peck on the cheek
can’t kiss in public
head giddily to marine drive
Marine drive stretches
like a concrete crescent
holding back the Arabian sea
while lovers and loners
flock to its bended corners
seeking protection and false privacy
Sit in the salt and wind
let words unwind
lift up and fall back down
creating passionate nouns
promises rhythm and rhyme
between desperate kisses
and slipping time
meld the two verses
to a single stanz.
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