Star of Stars –
Thank You for your Welcome.
Taj Mahal luminous on the wall,
hands hold roses around a heart
saying: Wish you Were Here
for okra and butter chicken
as ice cold Cobra beer slips easily
down the neat, tree-lined paths.
Wish You Were Here
before I jump into the picture
of Popadom and Lady’s finger,
meander the coriander
through the romance of mint,
mango, lime pickle, flagrant rice,
and the white mausoleum tragedy
of love stories.
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