Kakoli Mukherjee Poems

When was it that we grew up
And these silences replaced
The innocent games we played?
May be we can go back to the
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I first heard her a rainy, dark night,
A dry cough followed by rasping breath,
I stopped at the tracks and strained my ears to hear,
But she went back to sleep alright.
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Failures formed the floor,
Sighs the bolts and nut,
Suffering made the roof,
And thus I made my hut.
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I see you brooding in a corner,
Groping for answers in your mind's darkness,
You toss and turn the past,
Try to find a semblance of sense,
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