Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

(1947 / Lahore / British India (Pakistan))

Genealogy

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I recognize my father's wooden skin
The sun in the west lights up his bald bones
I see his face and then his broken pair of shoes
His voice comes through, an empty sleeve.
Birds merge with the blue like thin strokes.
Each man is an unfinished fiction
And I'm the last survivor of what was a family;

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