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Apr 2018
I sit there,
laptop in my lap,
after a full day of Visual Imagery,
about to give up on writing a poem,
irony with her delightful tongue-in-cheek sense of humour
looks at me from the space between half-closed door,
and Baba, sitting beside me
picks up the hairclip before him,
puts it in his hair,
and smiles the most sincere smile
at my sheer inability to write a poem
seriously.
Gargi
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Gargi  India
(India)   
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