Pankhuri Sinha Poems

My bond hearing
And the town had gone to sleep
Thinking
I had defended my case
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The Apple Trees Left behind

Its not a one man show
Its not a one time thing
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On quitting the helpings

For a day
Just for a day
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The happily divorced boss

That she had the cheeks to say
I looked sad
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The Making of the working class

They tell me
To talk about poetry
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An overpronounced war,
In all things,
Especially in understanding them,
Questions of status,
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The morning microwave fights,
In prison,
Not so much over the microwave,
Although yes,
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The assignment of understanding the teams within,
Not for all,
Just for you,
At least,
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Sung perfectly to tune,
Unrehearsed,
Spontaneous,
From the prisoner's soul,
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Almost with the label of tragedy of ambition,
With an allegation of dreaming too big,
When I am simply standing my ground,
My key in my hand,
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