Poetry of the night

 Morzina Farsa Leekly,

 Jute look.

 Slightly distorted brain.

 Dusty shirts of the state,

 Black in the dark dirt

 Salwar kameez

 There are no barriers.

  A piece of the moon hangs

 Armpits!

  Turning to the store.

 Displaced.

 In the hotel stale rice bread

 Divya continues to stomach.

 The houses of the Water Development Board were once crowded with residents, officers and employees

 It was great.  Now the haunted house.

 One of their porches,

 The family is his.

 A tin stove, a steel, a dish, a mug, a pot.

 There are blanket kantha, two

 Charikhan.

 Children of God -

 The 'light' swings across the lap.

 Margina happily forgets the sadness,

 The family lives in order

 In the rhythm of time.


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