/O, Bangalore/

Kisna,
the mould of your clay

kneaded with love and
dark shades of dough

drive scooters and harleys

they
carry water bags and bag packs,
they feed the intoxicated

the moustachioed souls are now
men of honor

wing men and women 
gatekeepers
sisters
singers
dancers

why are they tainted as
mascots of dishonor?



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