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  Incommunicado

what is that
it is my window
reflected in the window
opposite mine

they do not talk
or communicate in any manner
with each other

they are not even aware
that they are
and that they exist
and can reflect
without actually thinking

but the people on my side
and behind the window
opposite mine
can if they wish
be friends
squabble
greet
drench each other
in exquisite
camaraderie

ramesh gandhi