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The Little Bird’s Flight into the World

My fingers pinch her cheeks. It feels like the last time. Pigtails sprout out of her bob-cut hair, And her eyes become bigger, more innocent. I utter something between a laugh and a cry, Hoping my daughter can’t hear the pain in my voice. It feels like yesterday When I […]

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Red and Salty Ink

I am sad, But I can’t tell you why, ‘Cause I don’t know myself. Rivers of ink Flow out the nib of my pen. The rivers are red, Ruby red, And as salty as tears. They seep through Every material worthiness Ornamenting my skin. They soak through The lines on […]

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Remnants of My Confidence

This is the second-last poem from a series that I started on my Instagram account, @eccentric_writer, in which I’ve posted poems based on words my followers gave me. The following is one such poem, based on the word ‘Remnants’. Scroll down to the end to read about my inspiration and […]

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All Art Is a Mirror

Every piece of art is a mirror. Some mirrors are ornamented by beautiful borders; Some mirrors are embellished by carvings on the shiny glass; Some mirrors have jagged edges and tainted panes; Some mirrors are cracked and covered with a thin film of dust; While some mirrors are so clear […]

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Devanshi Gupta