In This Poem There Are No Deaths

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Shamayita reflects on the COVID deaths in India through her verse.

In this poem the world hasn’t shrunk
itself to fit into your tender palms.

In this poem the local dhaba isn’t shut,
with its owner cooped up in a body bag.

In this poem you graduate, weaving memories
of school, setting them free into the blue.

In this poem Baba is a real person, not
a photograph Maa shops online a frame for.



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