
BARREN DAYS These days, possiblyI could stay awake all nightwithout lids openwithout an outgrown mass for affectionstaring into the raw rims of oval mouth- night shifters, I say. A thing might be done during the afternoonsbut generally nothing much happens in my houseall yellow- mahogany ruptured landscapewith tainted smiles to watchmonotony of colours, pigments and […]
Poems by Devika Mathur
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