I see you 60+ couples holding hands and walking on streets
I hear you banter ‘mein kar legi/mein bol dega’
I walk by you stores and paan wala dukaans sitting proudly adjacent
I observe as the bright mismatched bais and street kids cross my way
I concentrate as the road gets un-Bombay like
I feel the breeze on the Sea Link
I cry with your traffic, as the dahi handi celebrations block my way
Your journey with me.
You’re an open secret. Some clutter. River like.
For as long as you are.