Published in MUSE INDIA / ISSN: 0975-1815
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I saw her plump lip line wanting to
kiss you
the day near the river
when the sky overcast
tried to spray
the making of happiness
with berry pulp from overturned baskets.
I waited for you to finish your kiss
and when the thunder struck
to look at me with your mouths
touch suicides smooching bones
suck out friends and foe friends
also you and her
with lips so thin
that finally there is nothing to kiss
still you end up kissing each other
I stand right behind
so you kiss some more
more some.
-Jharna Choudhury
