by Nirupama Dutt | April 26, 2009 at 4:03 PM
Female friends
When female friends meet
after long years around
the old and new names
scratched on the coffee house table
their infectious laughter
will ring false the adage
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by Nirupama Dutt | March 31, 2009 at 1:56 PM
This spring I did not bemoan
the Paradise lost
I awaited mango blossoms
I tasted many times
the delicious juice
that summer would bring
I empathized with conquerors
who came to search for
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by Nirupama Dutt | March 27, 2009 at 12:35 AM
Wicked Woman
If you come to my city
You are bound to find
my name in the roster
of wicked women
I have all that it takes
to be as wicked
as they come
I have a goblet
brimming over
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by Nirupama Dutt | March 24, 2009 at 1:44 AM
The dreams of a black woman
are very fair
and her truth pitch dark
She is born with a pain
to which no colour
can be assigned
It borrows the colour of water
to fill her eyes
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by Nirupama Dutt | March 22, 2009 at 1:28 PM
Where have the boats gone?
Where did the boats come from? O’ Ranjha*
my trader in love?
Where did the boatmen come from? O’ Ranjha
my trader in love?
My mother used to sing this
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by Nirupama Dutt | March 20, 2009 at 5:11 AM
Smuggled Salaams At Wagah
(This story was written in the Summer of 1997)
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