Three ways of looking at assimilation
I
Among three indie cafés,
The only moving thing
Was a tall, stylish, desi barista.
II
I was of three minds,
Like a mod brown brewer
Inside a suburban Starbucks.
III
The popcorn seller whirled at the cinema counter.
Srishti was a small part of the pantomime.
(apologies to Wallace Stevens)


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loved reading ur poetry Manish at vij.com.
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