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| Mikhail Nilov |
Fire Kept Some Memories
Fire kept the memories
of some dances.
Others in the smoke,
in the Brownian motion,
zigzag and ebb beyond.
When it passes through
the junkyard of hair on my head
the whispering reminds me
what my mother used to say
about her meeting my father.
The story was hardly interesting
except that a war was in the background.
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| Kushal Poddar |
Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being A White Can For The Blind Lane, and his works have been translated into twelve languages. He is a co-editor for Outlook Magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing. He does illustrations and sketches for various magazines.
I love the last 4 lines!
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