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Poetry

Motichur Ladoos

Deepna Nagar

Moti Chur Ladoo’s by Deepna Nagar

There is a wedding today
All marigolds and roses
And bright copper vessels

Its noon
When the four of us arrive,
In our warm blue sedan
We join in the festivities
Loud music, mayhem
And motichur ladoos

Time dancing to a bhangra beat
everyone’s there
except M
We look for her
Everywhere
She’s nowhere
At the wedding
We find her hours later
Crumpled up
Slumped over in the car

At the hospital
I reach her
Walking down a long white corridor



It’s a sterile sheet that separates her
From me
She had just turned three.

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