CARNATION

SAHANA MUKHERJEE

 
 

         How uncanny this rain
    every time in a hundred years
         when we plan to meet.
           At the local tea stall,
         my hands shake trying
           to balance anything.
With your patience of an umbrella
  you hold both our earthen cups
 
  as Bishop Lefroy Road holds us
   cupped in its wrinkled destiny.

 
 

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