A few drivers,
mid-summer afternoon
lean against the divider,
paint peeling
some perch on it lightly---
indulge in hot group-talk;
the waltzing-shadow
of a banyan tree
opposite side of the
auto-rickshaw stand---
a street-art, delicate, dark-hued;
the phantom arms
hug
the disparate crew
in a tight family-embrace,
its breath tousling their hair
and it---
protects them from
the Mumbai heat!
@Sunil Sharma
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
A few drivers,
mid-summer afternoon
lean against the divider,
paint peeling
some perch on it lightly---
indulge in hot group-talk;
the waltzing-shadow
of a banyan tree
opposite side of the
auto-rickshaw stand---
a street-art, delicate, dark-hued;
the phantom arms
hug
the disparate crew
in a tight family-embrace,
its breath tousling their hair
and it---
protects them from
the Mumbai heat!
@Sunil Sharma
A real scene witnessed and then embellished.
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