GETTING DOWN
Getting down
From a threewheeler
On my way to the milkman
Neither quick nor slow
I stepped a little ahead
A hand fondled me
All over
I was lost
For a couple of moments
Perhaps the hand of Being
Of my being
Always safeguarding
Always rewading
Always according
Loving care
To beings.
(karnailsingh Heranwale)
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