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  • Writer: The Alipore Post
    The Alipore Post
  • Sep 13, 2018
  • 1 min read

Art by Shivani Javeri


I

A poem curled up in a wrinkled

piece of paper- I read it.

Every reading

unfolds new layers

of previously pulped

meaning

between the lines

between the bars of Guantanamo Bay.

II

A word

lost from a poem

asks another for the way

back into the poem.

Both the words

accompany each other

to the poem.

III

When the police come to frisk you

They will first give you a name,

then distance themselves from you!

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