Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Two unclaimed sarees.
I bought two sarees.
From Bhuj, the queen of sands,
The love of men.
Local craft, we call them Bandhani.
Both in silk, as I knew you liked the feel.
One green on earthy brown, one purple on the pink of your blushing mound.
They are paid up in full.
With the shopkeeper, waiting for me to pull up and claim.
What is the point, you banished me from your kingdom of lovers in wait.
I never buy sarees.
I have had a bitter experience with these,
I know you are the only one who would adorn,
The silk on your svelte bosom,
And I may feel half a world away,
A cool breeze carrying your kiss my way.
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