Some poems

I went inside the medina 

My eye feasted for centuries

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I went inside the Medina 

Travelled across centuries 

For shelled walnuts and argan 

This aching soul, nourished by 

Frothy green tea and mint 

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I went inside the Medina 

My soul nourished for centuries 

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I went inside the Medina 

Colorful Pyramids on baskets

Heaps of shelled walnuts 

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Message in a bottle

Late at night

I hear a drunk 

In the streets 

Of Philadelphia

Just as I did

years ago 

in Rajajinagar

second stage 

Their pleas sound the same 

Like the shape of prayers 

Blotting the night

Early morning

—- 

Coursing the veins

Similar pleas, 

Pleas in a pod. 

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Holes in the walls

Dark