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To Her Memory
BS (5-7-1970 / India)

To Her Memory

You are abruptly lost

Like a kite
flying on raw threads

Your loss is my memory
Your face hangs in the sky

Against the wind

Oh! your memory!
my words are far away from

The metaphors that could hold on
you to the landscape of my mind

Your memory sings against language
or sounds
You defy my familiar tools
And dimly expose an unknown
familiar to ages
and ages of our species

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