By Shubham Raj
attempt at departure winter night and a full moon sky the family asleep in feckless snores wander roam leave no step unstrayed from their curlicued centre. fellows of forgetful sharpness limbed with directionless dozing I have questions: do I choose or believe am chosen do I increase as I’m moved through face slapping wind instrument to farther rains and how do I sustain this distrust of the centre. a woman is lying near a fire enkindled from gathered trash and sticks and paper and leaves and we don’t speak a glance suffices.
Shubham Raj is a student of foreign languages at JNU, New Delhi, India. His poems can be found in the Third Lane Magazine.
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