Aman

By Nafeesa Ghazal

Detached things come blazing home

in past as though

green moon and star lives with tricoloured

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same marrow, blood, muscles, bones

calm peace of serenic nations

same and new bonding of veins

All rains — the same cloud

                     Futures rests in

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of every color in palette, mud brown and grey

Breathe in Tagore's soundness

every hand in another for each of us is harmonic

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no marble ends with human blankets.

All at once — love, live, die but together

in calmness of hearts, veins, streets.