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Rupam Dutta

We search the silences for forgotten words

Stumbling over our fragile dreams

He built his bridges from the memories

Hoping she would cross

As the cold whispers destination

Wearing the distance in scabs and antonyms

The dreary colors

The glorious greys

And the elegant madness of want

The cold comes suddenly

It always does

She follows the wind

And he follows her

Our world cuts and bends at every vertex

A paper playground resisting the fold

The words remain

- petty souvenirs from games long lost

We still play but no longer keep score

Still pretending that we know what is missing


(Photograph: Ben White)

Poet Rupam Dutta

is also a playwright and

a novelist. He lives in



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