nandan gupta

Glove Memory


My eyes were bound by the darkness around.
My hands did grope for some hope, but none was found.
My hands in search for light found a glove that might bring sight,
As I switched the old bulb, light did bathe a battered glove.
I was right the glove brought sight but of a different kind.

I tried to hold the flood that rose,

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