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After Celan







Fog and darkness

     make way

     My mother is going to wake up

Cold and wind

     time to disappear

     My mother is getting ready for her morning walk

Birds start some new music

     and, you, mangy dogs


My mother is not afraid

     of collective barking

     Alone, she is headed to the park

Jacaranda, Gulmohar, Laburnum, Neem

     be ready to sway and look your gleaming best

     She is soon going to circle the path

Empty benches, I understand

     your complaint. But, she is not

     going to sit. My mother rarely takes rest


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Schipol airport, Amsterdam. 26 February, 2015


Jaspreet Singh is the author of the novels Chef and Helium.

Published on May 11, 2015

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