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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
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