Whenever  our cups, we mean,  runneth over,
Full or half full at  times, then his eyes turn red
Bloodshot and much water oozes from kindness,
Stone clothes in pleats, a sloping torso in waters
As the morning sun light marks their lines from
Side to side, their stone ersatz for an ancient body
Standing in eternal presence with  its fixed stare
At a city of glimmering lights in its  black fever.

Drop your  clothes to stop  cups of running over.
Flap your limbs about to   morning birds chirps.
Eye contact  stone eyes at their stare of kindness
And drop body's fears to turn your mind to stone. 

(A 18-meter monolithic statue of Buddha stands tall in our city's
Hussainsagar lake)

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