Thinking – (a poem by Urmila Mahajan)

crumpled thoughts
like discarded bits of paper
drifting slowly

of sugarcane juice
teasing roadside glasses
thick as slabs of
ice on days that smell
of salty sea
and rain

of roasted groundnuts coming
alive in tired newspaper cones

healing walks on streets
flushed with gulmohar

right up to our cheeks

as we hold real time
in our hands
to talk about real things

while the winds will not return
and the smell of rain on
earth is changing

it still rains
and rains

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