JyothsnaphanijaLEARNINGListen to the audio version read by Melissa Cotter.How long did the rain play violin?Till the nostalgic scent of mango leaves lightened my sleep? Till the insecure window cuddled the coarse wind? I dream of my inexistent childhood How my fingers press pause and rewind buttons of the unheard rhymes Where children pronounce sugary lies, stars twinkle on playgrounds I was a child then, feeling the acrimony of the words, Comprehending the glasswork language. My language miscarried the optic words. Every word that has a perpendicular, alphabetic shade. My vocabulary is grass. My numerical learning is of the old cassette reels. I spend the time now in staring at my abacus palms, Squinting my eyes to read the sand. My pupils respond to light similar to the wet music to the erased moon. The rain is everywhere Learning solitary poems Adjusting its audacity. I imagine it's appendix to my final note of returning to steadfast keys. * * * MAKING THE GLASSListen to the audio version.The length of the long afternoons turn into beads Afternoons offer me A glass of paleness The evenings are swaddled with cabbage leaves Letters make fiction
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