the streets are hot
and bothered
India where
the sun beats down
without benevolence
India where
the crowds suck you up
and knock you down
India where
you're easily lost
and you're simply forgettable
India where
the avenues blend
into roads
blend into trains
blend into people
India where
everything speeds up
so you can slow down
India where
shoulders don't show
and where silks
draped in intricate ways
mean respect
India where
no one knows my name
India because
who I think I am
is boarding a nonstop
flight to India
as I stand staring.
That's why India.
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