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The little one / walks through the cable, / black and stretched,
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Rubbing against stones and the cracks, / I stumbled inside a black hole, / The darkness aside,
Dremo
Pass not through the crooked path, / for it has the fangs awaiting you, / The blood shall suffice
Tenzin Choezin
Tenzin Choezin was born and brought up in Dharamshala, a small town in northern India. She went to the Tibetan Children’s Village School in upper Dharamshala, and later completed her further studies in English Literature from Madras Christian College in Chennai and Jawaharlal Nehru University in Delhi. She had previously worked for the Dharamshala-based as …
Wonder if I –
Wonder if I flew above the malice, / and into your heart, / brushing through the hymns,
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Why do you do that? / disfigured polka dots / on the back of my dress / ironed just yesterday
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All that has been embedded / in the deep ruins / of an abandoned root / is now watered with the vows,