Mumbai

Vinita Agrawal 

 
Mumbai
 
you cold cold girl
 
you south heart 
 
caramelled with nicotine
 
drunk on commuter's sweat
 
dressed in grey clouds and matching sea-skirt 
 
 
 
why are you mean to me?
 
 
 
I am a flesh of town-warmth,
 
My capillaries unbroken by wanderlust.
 
Sedate and calm I am
 
like a housewife's afternoon.
 
 
 
How will I lay my peaceful vessel  
 
on your flurrying shoulders?
 
Your Irish coffee rakes its nails
 
against my humble steel.
 
 
 
I look for conversations 
 
on your tumultuous Arabian lips
 
but receive a nauseating silence instead
 
Your parachutes retch at me.
 
 
 
The rugged crags by the sea
 
that breathe frigidly at dawn
 
know nothing of natural death:
 
they lose lovers by day the way earth loses heat by night.
 
 
 
Don't worry, 
 
I won't take up too much of your time.
 
I'll return to where I came from.
 
All I ask, is while I'm here, 
 
 
 
Allow me to peel off
 
your leper scabs of indifference. 
 
An ounce everyday. 
 
I'm sure your flesh is the same as mine underneath.
 
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