When an Uber-driver in Bangalore
sprung the word ‘jaywalker’ as a curse,
it took me by surprise.
A year later I wobbled
on my father’s ’84 model Kinetic,
barely balanced
on the cracked MM Ali Road,
as a pair of cows
(jaywalkers par excellence)
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