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Bending over clouds
We are dunked, face first
Into the broken arteries of Kolkata:
Dissected torso of a civilization, blinking back
A vanishing sunset sprints below a network
of lacklustre lakes suspended in time
Green stillness festering in colonial wounds
Our fingers trace her desiccated tributaries, desolate perimeters
Brittle sentences from a lost fable breaking at the seams
While miniaturised humanity rearranges its beginning and end
A new story foaming
At the mouth of its river
Yearning for reinterpretation from citizens in the sky
We realise
Mid-sentence and mid flight are the same things spoken skywards
