Of memory


Poem : Asiya Naqvi I watched it from a distance though It was connected to me. It gazed, ogled, snapped and stared- With ascending sun, it shattered With darkening night, it sharpened. I smelled it from distance and yet it was in me- every fragment detached, isolated, still entangled in me. I puked, perspired, sneezed, and bled but inside me it grew and clouded my brain. With clinging...