Wednesday 10 September 2014

Poetry 2014 Featured Writer, Paresh Tiwari


That day you packed up
all the arguments and quarrels,
folding them neatly
along the crisp creases of guilt,
you stuffed them in a suitcase
and left...
leaving behind rows and rows
of empty hangers,
on which I drape the limp silence
that I peel off my body each night

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