This poem written in Cascade style was published by The Pangolin Review in Issue 8 released on 01/08/2019.
Everything is a scintillating gold
Jasmines and beads shroud my eyes
But my taut lips stifle my dimples
There’s no tinkle on Mother’s wrists
She smiles, placid in soft pastel. Not
Everything is a scintillating gold
Banquet tables are laid heavy and aromatic
Locked tunes escape the confines of shehnais
Jasmines and beads shroud my eyes
Without your hand on my head, Father
I say ‘Qubool Hai,’ when asked thrice
But my taut lips stifle my dimples
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