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Resurrection
Oindri Sengupta


I never wanted to die.
But death is like a letter you write every time
That reaches nowhere because no one existed.
Returning is never easy, and
Death comes every day, and
It comes every night like a song without a break,
Like a friend whose doors are never closed.
So I die. And live again.
I live because I never wanted to return
To the land that was never mine.
 
The house where I was born
Died the night my mother left us.
The night was dark and the moon was hanging like a corpse.
Since then my hand smells of the colours of water
And of blue sands.
And every time I return here I see her faint blue eyes
Looking through the void of a river.
 
I never wanted to die.
So I turn the leaves of the tree to the sun
And turn them back again when it rains.
Picture
Edward Lee, Deeper ("What Can(not) Be Known")
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