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Earth Quake | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

You may not have seen the skies that day as the earth broke into
splinters
you were on earth, in fact down on it, for that is what the safety
valves say, go out out in the open, the stretch of balm, the open,
where the rumbling noise will not disturb. It was 4.38 am, my
nocturnal dreams had halted. So I stealthily came down the stairs, to greet mother earth which was at her trembling best.

I knelt down, not for prayers, but out of fear gripping a wall which seemed as disdainful as the person next to me.


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