Abrogation

It rains.

From Guskara to Goa.

“It’s beautiful,” you say.

 

From the train window

lightning bolts

resuscitate dark fields.

 

An old me, who is young,

abrogates something

from the constitution

 

of memory.

It rains as you read this.

Wet patches hide hollows.

 

 

 

 

 Amit Shankar Saha
Illustration Nick Victor

 

 

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