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Sundari

With the bangles jingling on your wrist
And the anklets dancing on your feet
Sundari, why don't you talk to me tonight
As I drown for life in a lost ocean's creek.

I am little drunk, 'Topsy-Turvy.' people say
Three pegs of whisky, a bit sour, a bit gray
As life tires slowly into a slumber of light
Sundari, why does memory slowly tend to fade?

We met last autumn at the Montessori bridge
My car had crashed, and you offered me a lift
You dropped me at the airport, I had to catch a flight
But Sundari, we exchanged number and spoke for a bit.

And our contact lasted for hours, into days, into weeks
I thought we made a little buzz, as our own little feats
But as we launched onto our third consecutive fight
You gave up on what we built, and walked awayinstead.

Sundari, on this sullen new year's eve
I am drunk but sober, lost in my grueling grief
I am texting you with care for the very last time
Good bye Sundari, Happy New Year. Steve.

Anindya (c) 2018

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