Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Nigdi or Koregaon Park,
We split hairs;
Even when it’s half dark,
(and) With our legs up on the chairs.
A kingfisher swoops down
On the river that’s brown
And comes up with nothing
Save a red glow of the evening.
The wise owl from the tree looks down at us,
Quietly sitting with only the breeze , to pass
A strand of your free long hair
Glides to settle on my blue attire .
As you snatch away that piece of mane
Intending not to split it with me;
I look at your quiet face once again ,
As splitting hairs always ends in a tragedy.
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