Naazneen Diwan
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Only in Translation...

10/18/2015

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I remembered the word
for communal violence

in Gujarati.
It came to me.
Subliminal.
As if
my memories were 
detached from my tongue,
prayer from my hands.
I typed my fear
with careful spelling
Because I don't live it.
I asked
with concern
because I can sleep
without fire
lapping at my dreams.
I remembered
hatred and agony,
but only in translation.
Red soil.
Separated.
Too long
from my feet.
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Shabbir Diwan
10/19/2015 07:15:34 am

They are so touching Naaz. Thanks for giving me the privilege to read it. Please post more of your poems from past and present so we can savor it. Thanks again for sharing a part of you with us.

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