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2 poems by Ajay Jhawar

  • Writer: The Alipore Post
    The Alipore Post
  • Oct 8, 2020
  • 1 min read


Gentle


My journal holds a fragrance - a flower pressed between its pages, decaying; it did not have any when the man in mid-20s picked it up from the narrow, expressionless, abandoned corner of the city.

Is it the smell of courage?

My journal holds a fragrance - a man picking a fallen flower from the street, gently; he was taught not to be, when in early teens brought up in a common, ordinary, patriarch house of the city.


Joy Abandoned home gathering dust dance with fluffed curtains when a mouse runs over the piano keys



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