The
young Indian lovers
In
Aeon complex at station 18
Walking
closely together
The
man kept talking
I
saw them again in each floor
As
I went window shopping
I
saw them sitting on the bench
The
woman kept quiet most the time
I
observed the man kept trying
Maybe
he wanted to convince himself
He
was the best man she could find
The
dominating man holding court
in
his communication
I
didn't see the woman reply
She
kept to herself listening
The
cool air of the complex
There
were less crowd on Friday morning
Lovers
flew
The
wings kept flapping through
There
wasn't a time to stop
The
words kept flowing along
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