going upstairs on the railway foot-bridge
i see the strong light of neon-lamps
the girl from the avtar of the flex
induced trance
the aroma of chhatim-flower in the air
and the song of a blind-beggar
with tambourine
those neon-light flex-girl beggar’s-song and flower odour
i see they are all alive in the canto of my begging
beneath the evening-star
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