personal history

a structure, well-worn & outdated,
knows only of its cracks, broken
tiles and pigeon shit, now a feature
of its scaffolding, defining its undying
form (always under repairs) beneath
a piquant-sunlight —

there is something about the grooves
&shapes rising on/from ancient stone
that matches with the listless lines/signs
on my palm, as if comp(l)eting some
of its shadow, an unfinished myth
bypassing&becoming a history that
i could only carry&know in dreams.

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© Anmol Arora

Day 9
(Inter)National Poetry Month

3 thoughts on “personal history

  1. divalounger says:

    we carry the marks of us on the outside ass we age–pigeon shit and all–and that shows we have lived–loved this!

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