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Poetry by Debasis Tripathy


In an unnamed grave,

a few centuries after death,

when they dig out my skeleton -

from the pelvis and the skull

they can determine my gender,

from the reedy ribcage

they can conclude how weak I was.

May be they can even tell

how I died and at what age,

but will they ever figure out

that a desire flowed in my veins

and I died dreaming of a poem,

I could never write.

Debasis Tripathy works for an IT Company in Bangalore. He also writes - poems and short fiction. His recent work has been featured in Squawk Back, Collidescope, Turnpike, Adelaide Magazine, Kitaab, Punch Magazine & elsewhere. Occasionally, he tweets at @d_basis.

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