My Culture and the Beach
Flash of water that enters the eye,
Of that every “two” stands by;
Stand by the deep running water
or crowded stall.
Might be a simple juice they share,
but face the thousands face
that glare.
Its love people say,
not Indian culture they strictly claim.
Love with the families, relatives, neighbors
and even animals is fine,
But only a different kind of love
Not right.
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