Magic Map Poem by Bipasha Haque

Magic Map

In a perforated magic map
She sees all
In all the potholes
Grows gardens of Eden
Mystic, alluring


Standing behind a perforated curtain
She sees all
Sees the rest of the world
Mystic, challenging

How many potholes
Are there
In the magic map: she knows
Each hole testifies to chastise her

Between inverted commas
And parentheses
They then make a nest
A cozy nest

Under the nest
Lies perforated magic map
They see all