nupur djelassi Poems

What would I do if one fine morning I forgot who I was?
I’d sit and cry my heart out for my loveleless heart

Then slash my wrist
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In busy city streets
I like to come across those old houses,
Paint peeled walls baring the intimacy of nestling bricks
Crumbling doors shutting out the world around
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My love

My love, my love, my love, my love,
How the words trickle into my mouth,
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Like refugees racked with hunger
We throw ourselves at each other.
No time for niceties!
We gorge, we glutton,
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