Poems

by Gagan Gill

In this place
her last sigh is thirsty

This is not her

In this place
her foot has grown numb

This is not her

In this place
poison has torn open
her back

This is not her

Her hair is in tangles
after her last bath

This is not her

Wearing her new clothes
she has looked at us for the last time

This is not her

Her ashes fly, scattered
in her joyful shrieks

This is not her

The literal translation of this poem was made by Lucy Rosenstein

The final translated version of the poem is by Jane Duran

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