Best Poems Written by Jasleen Saini

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at the other side of river 
are the stolen roots of healing-moon-giving trees 
left by wayward wind. 
my skin whispers—
wind is traversing to reach the corn field of druid 
for another robbery;
that it’s a good chance for me to be 
a thief and rejuvenate my lacerations-covered heart.
without blinking, 
i jump from bank to stepping stone  to  stepping stone
to stepping stone. 
[if i leave a stone unturned, stone wouldn’t
 wait to haunt me like guilty for( long/ ever) ] 
another jump— 
my right foot on the old  
stepping stone and i am
river’s sensuality. 
i am wet,
wet as mad hen, 
wet as mad hen.
wetness adds to the weight. i am heavy. my body 
is a loaded chariot without horses and charioteer. 
/* blindfolded blindfaith */

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