‘Public Display of Affection is Banned in this Park’

Walking slightly off the path
I found them
two leaves from a peepal tree
fallen but unfazed
sprinkled with little flowers
contours nestling in each other
one looking up, the other down
brazenly unmindful of stomping feet
(shoe clad, unseeing, hurrying)
just being, maybe asking
what’s love got to do with shame?