Shalom

It is 10:00 am in New York City
the city is sleeping
​Cassia flowers
in some country
are conversing
in a foreign tongue
a strange dialect
of love and longing
It is 7:30 pm in New Delhi
the world is slowly walking 
marked with the tempo
of a devastating distress
the woman is anonymous
the man is a mess
there are stories hanging
in the lanterns of their abyss
there are songs lingering
in the eyes of their reminisce
a namaste, a salaam, a shalom
don't know their home
the painting is untitled
the landscape is unknown
someone lives somewhere
someone somewhere dies alone.
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