whipchick (whipchick) wrote,

Ladies' Carriage, Second Class

My surreptitious picture cannot capture
the pole-dancer grace with which you swung
lightly from platform to moving train.
The way you leaned into the wind
proud as any figurehead
your elbow crooked around the slim support
one hand casually grasping the pallu of your saree
the part in your hair from ear to ear
red-powdered--you belong to someone,
to Mumbai,
and they belong to you.


Tags: india, poetry, travels
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