Nandini Sahu Poems

Death stands at a distance
all day all night, smiling, unblinking,
like that picture under the staircase.
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The whimsical moon shot past me
like an arrow, in a flux
I saw it as a mirror
revealing myself to me.
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I am an Indian poet in English!
How long shall I wear this elegant
garland? Can I even put it down?
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After you left
only after you left
I could guess
that your shadow spreads
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That foot that has walked
On thorns
All through the day for you.
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