Aavantika love
old delhi, this evening i watch people mingling in dusk kites that hold the last sky at ransom the muzzeins cry from jama masjid evoking vengeance belief smells and nighteyes from the ramparts of red fort chasing again the swirl of your hair the tilt of your breasts within my stronghold of passions.
(c) Amitabh Mitra 2002
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