Name Poem by Nikhil Chandwani
Name
it had a squashy form
fine hairs
and heartbeat
it was the sunbeams
that illuminated my soul
the drizzle that turned me into puddles
it was all I desired
before i left home-
my red bag
my dark coat
now it's somewhat i hear myself say
a noise that does'nt
belong
the strain of a bone
moving someplace inside
or out there in the cold
the obstinate scrape
of an entrance
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