Longing Poem by Amitava Nag

Longing



Longing never
ends in tears
raise the can
see for yourself
said the grand-mother
she then opened
her crooked palm
a mirror holds
my face in her
look
she whispered

The fragments
scattered
hold bits of me
whine and
fade
in the dust.
dry.

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