
Forgive us, the PoetsWe begin pouring our thoughtsAs if we were throwing water over a raging fireAs if our words were a balmin case of a disaster -natural or manmadepersonal or public -That would soothe the wounded, the lost,the broken, the frightened, the grieving,like it were a spell that would reverse the chaos,nullify the damage,and […]
“Forgive Us, the Poets” by Smitha Vishwanath


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