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Varsha Das

Sell me an old map

when there's nowhere left to go

when the cities are blown to cement dust 

and there's nothing left to know

when the air is heavy with dying exhales

and your fossil feet are cold, 

Sell me an old map then

and let me wish for more

Varsha Das, began writing poems in March of 2020 in a collaborative project that spanned around 100 poems over the period of 2 years, writing about her time with her people and city. The project was made into a little publication by the name Trapezists: Every poem we wrote. She is based in Siliguri and writes in Delhi now.

Varsha Das
Varsha Das
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