2 poems by Sukrita Paul Kumar


Photo by Gertrude Käsebier

The Rustle of Leaves


Unfolding

its leaves

in you,


my daughter,

is

my history;


I am,

I know now,

my mother,

as you

are yours.

Unloyal Memory


Each time

I look back,


Open the locks

enter the room

clear the cobwebs


I see more

but

hold something less in my hands.


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