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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We lived in a small room Near the river Ammi and I She said she wasn’t pretty I can’t imagine of anything More graceful than her She would devote hours peering at the door writing something in her dialect I never met my Abba Ammi said he lived across the stream She writes to him everyday so that he’ll visit us one day She used to tell what’s broken gets weaker day by day All these years I only saw her getting tough. I flew to the capital for high-school I found you That year it rained like never before And I was happier Than ever before Whenever it rains it reminds me of you You left too soon It tastes like autumn since Black tea I remember how you preferred it Whatever you liked I loved it too And whatever you fell out of love with I stopped loving it too I don’t love myself now Ammi used to say Wild creatures don’t need to be tamed. Science taught me "A human body is a group of organized tissues." Science has an exposition for everything and all I understand are metaphors Ammi used to say you grow into the person you love I turned into the difficult goodbyes the quiet mornings that follow the anxiety right after waking up the cities left behind the missed buses the delayed flights I became the unwanted replies the longed video calls the songs you tune in to cry the defeats you hate the victory you crave the storm before a shower the silence after a fight I’m the Monday blues and the Friday night I’m the one you look for in an empty room And the one you run away from I’m me; I’m you; I’m us Science has an exposition for everything And all I understand are metaphors. Ammi has aged now In her winter-white hair She looks beautiful than ever With her shuddering hands She still writes It's been years now He doesn’t seem to come back Neither do you. So I choose to abandon writing Maybe then, you will. Bhumika.
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