We brought our lives to the deep hills.
Sitting in a camp by electric light,
told stories: who were the Pandavas?
Who would be Bhima amongst us?
We said, cursed to live, Ashwathama
still roams the hills. Our lives knit
harshly in bones we stayed dimly adrift
of the night, our stories of all times
our ways of knowing light by light.
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