garm garm nakhlistaan
jab tum muje choD kar chalay gayey
aakaash k saaray rung nikal gayey
aur lagay twacha jaisay
jab zor se hatheli hum bund kartay haiN
sunheri sooraj cHipkay cHipkay, electric fan ki jhil-mailati
dhaat ki patli sajaawati patlioN pe, aa takraata hai
jhuki jhuki, main palang ki
brass rods ki thandak ki
chori kar, bistray main
cHup jaati hooN.
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Ignatz Oasis
Monica Youn
When you have left me
the sky drains of color
like the skin
of a tightening fist.
The sun commences
its gold prowl
batting at tinsel streamers
on the electric fan.
Crouching I hide
in the coolness I stole
from the brass rods
of your bed.
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