INDIA


The first time of anything
Is fascinating

Arriving by night
In a strange land

Waking at dawn
To the first sight of it

The sun on this
Particular East
Being wholly new

The specific scent of air
Emanating from the land
And its people

The sight of food
Not seen before

Having no idea
How it will taste
As it enters my mouth

The sweet sweet taste
Of chukuu in India
Lingering on the dry
Texture of my tongue

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