-Kotla Mubarakpur, November, 2023 I won’t comment on the moon, or the way the chemist shops were bathed in neon light– forget the smoke and dust, forget the swerving bikes– you took my hand that night. Today I woke at…
Poems about the dark times.
-Kotla Mubarakpur, November, 2023 I won’t comment on the moon, or the way the chemist shops were bathed in neon light– forget the smoke and dust, forget the swerving bikes– you took my hand that night. Today I woke at…