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by: Sushrut Jangi
| I am on a train | | Moving swiftly from Bombay south | | The names of the stations
Borivali
Malad
I say them under my breath
The way I repeat a dream to myself
when I don't want to forget it.
When the train moves
I hold onto nothing
Countless backs and arms and elbows
Press against me
I am like water in water
I want to feel this;
I am happy for this indistinction.
But when the vendors come
Hunting slowly through the throngs
They find me
And smiling,
They unfold their maps.
No matter how much I pretend
To come from this place
With these names that sound like
Words from a dream
There is something written
In my eyes, across my face
In the movement of my hands
That quietly betrays me,
keeps me apart from a place
I am trying to love.
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