Ablution by Syed Shehzar M. Doja

Aug 3, 2018

You still — dream in
palette tips, lost tongues,
hung in cloth

floating on the bank of the Ganges’
sacred — inadmissible

supplication — still
cling onto fade of a tapestry,
forgotten defect — history erodes

candles grow,
become dim

thin, tin roofs.

Somewhere, a canopy of distant memories emerge;
a man pitches a tent, a woman carries his — ablution.

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