1000 dark skinned brothers
swarm in naked water
holding up the rising sun
to shine on their Sitars
shadow of a tree branch
hollow, dancing charmed
black and untouchable
to cosmic vibrations
folding over mirrors
hiding evil spirits
from ganja smoke and
cremation by the Ganges
joyful of fictional death
holy men and yoga
forging future spiritual
contribution to a nation
rags floating by on walking
sticks, of ebony and myrrh
ravenous stomachs growl
like tigers from Rajasthan
tikatiktik the rickshaw rattle
rick-rick-rock-a-rolla-rickshaws
on streets of ancient cobble
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