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Dayclose<\/strong><\/p>\n An ill-willed summer is not leaving us any time soon I thought may be both of us could fine tune Between the clumsy pleats of your hand-woven saree, grace with her portfolio Wonder if only I could with such malleability <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Purabi Bhattacharya<\/strong> lives and writes in Gujarat. Originally from Shillong, India she couldn’t get far away from her birthplace. She is the author of Call Me<\/em> a collection of poems ( Writer\u2019s Workshop, 2015), her works can be read in Muse India, Hans India, Tuck magazine, Spark Magazine, p4poetry<\/em> and other print journals mostly published from India.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dayclose An ill-willed summer is not leaving us any time soon You like your land slipping into a desert scalp, bruised in peel off whatever stands between you- the poser and the preacher Even the flight of the cattle egret I have seen, irks you. White cottony wings, sharp yellow beaks and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12258","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12258","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12258"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12258\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12259,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12258\/revisions\/12259"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12258"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12258"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12258"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nYou like your land slipping into a desert scalp, bruised in
\npeel off whatever stands between you- the poser and the preacher
\nEven the flight of the cattle egret I have seen, irks you.
\nWhite cottony wings, sharp yellow beaks and its\u2019 free rise and fall,
\nrise and fall.<\/p>\n
\nsongs of ache, one from your fence, one from mine
\nwhen you braid my hair, tail-like; you and I become siblings
\nmelting in each other\u2019s want to belong and at times unbelong
\nrusset burly skyline: the broad canvas .<\/p>\n
\ndiaphanous walks
\ntick tocking through the floors wiped every few minutes
\nholding a bouquet in my arms in-house
\nrecluse of sort, I peer the urban you,
\nrise and not fall.<\/p>\n
\ntend to the dark clutches of cloud to come together
\nin your piece of land you, let out on lease
\nand
\nin our sing song manner
\non every dayclose
\nscrub the lies and truths,
\nand all that comes to us as troubled times,
\nsalvage the scraps
\nin the soundless, mixed salad days
\nspread of thoughts
\nsimply sweating out in queue.<\/p>\n