Somewhere in Visakhapatnam

Somewhere in Visakhapatnam

Barefoot children stop and stare

Gazes arrested

By the banganapalli trunk

Whose fruit sways gently

In a summer wind

And brown eyes

Calculate trajectory

Of perfectly thrown stone

Placed just so

To summon sweet delight

Fleshy and fulfilling

To Epicurean urges

Of Dalit and Brahmin

Just the same.