Fault Lines Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Fault Lines

Class:
broken glass,
sharp edges
cut, bleed.

Need, need -
class divide.
The more,
the merrier.

Star, bread
dear, dead.
Flash flood
beauty, blood.

Thus the earth,
open hearth.

Saturday, January 31, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: flood
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