I know that you look at me
From a hiding and you too
Know how I crave for your
One sighting.
But the invisible wall that's
Laying bricks upon itself
Every time we try to look
Away.
This divide across our streets,
Of thick moustaches and
Flesh laden sarees-
The age-old arch of the village
That hasn't let even
The village goddess marry.
When I crossed your front yard
The other day, my shadow
Touched the contours of
Rangoli you had lain.
The subsequent redemption
Of mine has left cracks in
The arch and the God of
The neighboring village has
Some rigid lines to cross.
An age-old brawl between
The two villages now has been
Initiated by a mortal in love
And you too are invited to
Our festival this time,
We're hitching our Gods.
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