Navtej Bharati Poems

Pouring tea
is a simple act
measured and rhythmic
The flow fills
...

Cry out
cry out loud
like a wounded animal
No more time
...

As the world begins to mourn
your departure
flags lowered
obituaries floating
...

I was writing a poem
halfway gone.
When she came in and said
'time to leave'.
...

To millions in Venezuela their
sun set earlier today. Never
to rise tomorrow or the day after.

I stand here with them saying
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