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One summer evening

Nivedita N

I stand at the gate of Nihar's home; 
sitting on the steps of the threshold, 
he aimlessly throws mango leaves 
towards south. 

I stare at him. 
His eyes ask me: 
why did I not 
tell him,
when a pointed heal punctures 
a heart, it causes indigestion, insomnia, 
heart burn, amnesia. 

His pale face - 
a report card of our 
I stand at the gate, helpless.
While he still throws the 
mango leaves.



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