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Asna Sakeer
Black holes


I did not remember her
I wish I could
The laughter ringing
in her eyes,
when she sees me dance
The fake anger
in her face
when I irritate her
The silent delight
in her mind
as I savour her meals.


Everyone around me talked
Talked, sighed and wept

I searched,
for anything, something
that would make me remember
In the closed down
abyss’s of my mind


She used to be mine,
from the start
following me behind
my tiny strides.

Every time I saw her through ‘them’
Every incident was dictated to me
Every memory became corrupted,
and the only thing left
was the faded photo,
my dad keeps on his table
left to be forgotten.

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