Temple
written by: Kushal Poddar
@Kushalpoe
The first pilgrim chronicles the second
how she longed for her brothers’ hush-hush
stash of magazines, dreamed to amass
all those movies her parents bowdlerized.
And along came net, freed everything,
made her a tad disappointed.
The second pilgrim nods. Says,
they should use the last rest room.
The summit bears. Temple opens
when they silence their cellphones.
The first disagrees; she is the silence withheld.
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