DESCRIPTION OF THE MISSING ONE Poem by Kunwar Narain

DESCRIPTION OF THE MISSING ONE



Wheat-coloured, a peasant's ways,
scarred brow,
height not under five feet,
talks like he's never known grief.

Stammering,
if you ask his age, he'll tell you -
several thousand years, give or take a few . . .
Seems crazy, but isn't.
Has fallen off high places more than once,
and got all broken up, so

looks glued together,
like the map of India.

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