.
here is something about those
young lovers at the park, shameless
about their public displays.
I blush, old fashioned, conditioned by
my middle class sensibilities.
They ignore me, locked in
a space of privacy that
my conspicuous gaze
cannot penetrate.
I wonder whether
to tap into their reverie,
breaking their concentration
with a mad howl.
My illogical plans clash,
a warning, intimating me
to the possibilities that
my own life lacks.
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Sanchari Sur is a Bengali Canadian who was born in Calcutta, India. Her photography, poetry and short fiction have been published or are forthcoming in Map Literary, Barely South Review,Red River Review, Black Fox Literary Review, Urban Shots – Crossroads (India: Grey Oak/Westland, 2012) and elsewhere. Her short story, “Those Sri Lankan Boys,” was selected to be a part of Diaspora Dialogues Youth Mentoring Program in Toronto this year. You can find her at http://sursanchari.wordpress.com.