nandan gupta


Glove Memory

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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