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Withering Memories | A Poem by Malkeet Kaur

The sequined ivory frame has come undone
And squeaks in nervous, sweaty fingers;

The serrated shades
Blanched now with tears shed
Every time I visited
The inquisition wall
In the past
And dangled myself
In the pulpit.

I sometimes
Still
Look for you
Within the junctures captured.

I can no longer
Recognise your face;
It is becoming pale
Day by day alongside
The fast vanishing verdict.

I step down and
Unwaveringly
Walk past.

The lacerations laced in sutures
Are slowly bleeding their last.

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Malkeet Kaur resides in Mumbai in India. She works as a teacher and has had many of her poems published in the online journals and
anthologies.



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