the ugly writers

Forgotten

in that tiny corner of earth long forgotten by its inhabitants now, scattered in cities across the world

Forgotten

 

…and again, quickly, came Ma’s

silent blessing on the wings of a strong wind

from a  strange corner of memory—like the very first

showers swift, sudden,

after a hot-n-long summer

in that tiny corner of earth

long forgotten by its inhabitants

now, scattered in cities

across the world

as workers

toiling, under alien skies and suns,

recalled by a lonely soul

kept awake on nights

when a wandering moon

walks into her broken hut

and listens to her laments.

 

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Sunil Sharma
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