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This city spreads out before me
like a wet dame , watery and cloudy
like I am a young Krishna
and this city , My Radha.
From this 8th Floor
I see it face to face
place to place
its chastity at the brim of
my sight
almost falling
and almost coalescent
like mercury in the mercurial sense of life.
I see a white flag
and an orange flag.
Deranged Lines of other petty flags.
children.women.men.baroque facades.
pools of flesh and eyes.
I see a world right here.
And I ask if I am light years away
or light years close to life.
Both remain the same anyway.
O Radha
Tell me you will love me forever.
I know I can always come back to you.
I know your devotion surpasses my grace.
It always has.
And it will
forever.
Swati Tempta
24th Day of June 2010