Grocery List

Nov 14, 2022

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By Seher Pokhariyal

This bazaar

This counterfeit cabaret

The Holy man

and his three daughters

are drowning out the voice of my soul.

My country is drowning. The world is drowning.

9 pm, Saturday.

Nehru Park—

Beneath this lampost

in its light,

I am standing in darkness.

The bench I usually sit on is taken.

Oh Nandi—

you are always running out of time.

By Seher Pokhariyal

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