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Three poems from "Emotional Landscapes"

By Shekhar Khatri

Window

I am a walking window.

I am not the one looking through the window.

I am the window.

Porcelain

Black porcelain

Formerly in shape of a teacup,

Now a million pieces.

Tea leaves and water

Stream down her maple legs.

The porcelain sits still

With no purpose.

Sprawled across the tabletop.

Our 
Story

The surface of the lake sits still,

Reflecting.

The river runs

In a circle.

I wait under the sky

For my turn to touch the clouds.

Before I fall.

Water

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