Tag Archives: by Kartik Prajapat

Read Poem: Trinkets, by Kartik Prajapat

if a home I had I wouldn’t have discontinued the trinkets, I find my life. dispersed, decorative they somehow have me they aren’t alone. don’t figure out who they are? or else you’ll lead me, my urban which you give … Continue reading

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Read Poem: Rattles and the Rust, by Kartik Prajapat

I endlessly search my flesh and bone what undernourishment has it gone? How come they speak of me being shy? when my days actually passes high and dry. Some ask me to hope while some to have desire, struggling is … Continue reading

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