They are light and they delight
They are blank and burnt even
They divide heaven
They bleach all the world white
Blight heaven
Himalayan rusted iron mountain
Sometimes these words are filigree dust
Dust of white sugar on a doughnut
The silver sheaf of a burfi
Wretched and dried blood from the gut
The weight of
Feel of a feather on your cheek
Sometimes,
They pelt you like a rain of pebbles.
They pelt you on the face like ice rain
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One day I woke up and
My leg was gone.
One day I woke up and
I became white
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