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My ardas to the ghazal
The ghazal At the university they said, “Oh you should study the ghazal” Perfectly plucked you will understand the nuances of the ghazal My grandfather told me stories that spread beyond words Murdered during partition, the border bled the ghazal I work in corporate communications – I sat with a grant for academics I don’t…
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Hand – a ghazal
Hand – a ghazal The sound of tinkling laughter, words tossed like salad, pointing hands, In the middle of that noise my mind drifted on a boat to familiar hands The body of David was moulded and caressed, Stone was converted to poetry by calloused hands She packed their lunches into their bags, Boarding the…
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“Royal” by Carol Stone
“Royal” We are one of those long-married couples who do not speak. Especially after our argument on the train to Brighton, we do not speak. For the life of me, I can’t read a timetable, while my husband can. Around us, elderly couples lift pasty faces to sun, and do not speak. I order Earl…
