Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 30 March 2025
In the shadows of my memory
I dig deeper for finding your roots.
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Like a farmer fighting for survival
A gravedigger lashes at the earth.
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New and old potatoes wrestle
in the attic, sings a generation gap.
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In the evening light of autumn
Sprinkle of despair inked in beauty.
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From soft spots of terracotta
Oozes fiery scent of childhood.
