Come to the Street

Come to the street where
the tiled road meets the roundabout
and the statue of our forefathers
stands still like a photograph
Walk with me till the bridge
grazing through second hand books and leaf sellers
the torn bits of time yellowing in the evening
as storks fly over us in graceful patterns
Drink sugarcane juice with me besides the bus stop
the scent of white flowers married with the sound of tinkering bells
let them all meet you at once
while the turmeric grinder deafens you colourfully
go past us all and enter yourself
look where you left behind your skin
the temple waits for your bare feet
enter in silence

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