India: Where not everyone fits.

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You think you have seen,
And then you see India.

India and her singsong accents.
India and her deafening crowds.
India and the smiling eyes of her people.
India and eyes devious with chance.

India and her energy.
India and her death.

There is space for everyone in this city
Where not everyone fits.

*The above is an excerpt from a longer poem that I’m still working on.

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