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Potholes In My Heart
The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost
from beneath the lavish bungalow.
and above the high-end ceilings
and chandeliers which never flicker.
Nostalgia trickles down like sweat
Glimpses of plastic buckets
catching rain and our salty tears
flood the eyes.
Flashbacks strike like lightning
remembering the only toy-
an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain
dampens my spirit.
Loud wails roar like thunder
hearing the violent river
who snatched my younger brother
and left potholes in my heart.
I smell warning, roof's betrayal,
Kite's surrender and the rivers hunger,
All at once.
Copyright ©
abdul Mannan
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