india’s evenings remember
hold the heat on copper, above a saffron glow
emerald trees witness from mango gardens
blue skies now gray behind cooking smoke and haze
aarthi melodies cricket bat crack crack cracks
chatting and chirping away like birds at young souls
delights for wandering ears and eyes
quick to claim understanding, a purpose
intention care systems for saving the way
their way, of love
their way, of love
mother’s crimson mark
tika on foreheads in hair parts on
sakti hands on palace steps
reminders of legacy for some, for now
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