I tell people
she comes from my hometown
they think I am delusional
"that doesn't mean
you are meant for each other"
she comes from Mumbai
and I, from Cleveland, Ohio
her heart sings a one-note
symphony, lets me know
I am alive and well, and I am good
her smile
breaks down the wall of every grand
temple housing a false god
her feet forge a path
to the secret, sacred lamp
of my innermost heart-hovel
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