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Aha Nandalals

Like my long dead father's face
I'm forgetting the mole on your lower lip
I'm forgetting the taste of cheap ice-creams

I'm forgetting that
I learned to hate Nandalal
since I was a boy.
In these crippled cities,
I must be a Nandalal to live on.

I'm forgetting the voice
that used to bid me goodnight.
It's hard to pull rickshaw
keeping the mask on.
Please! I can't breathe!
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