Sona G Poems

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1.
Sculptor

On evenings when the sky's face turned dark
and the wind inhaled a pinch of snuff,
my petticoat-clad sister and I
used to go beneath the north-facing wild jack
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2.
The Leaf Stems

The stems of leaves do fall down
from the branch of the family
a child picked them and stored
it was them that spread the fire
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