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Disha Mangal

Abstract

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Disha Mangal

Abstract

The Comb

The Comb

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Lifted from the shelf,

With fingers having long nails;

I penetrate through the thick, black forest

Onto the fair, pale ground;

Which I sweep of white dirt,

With the forest smelling of a new fragrance.


I rustle in it,

I feel like a monkey hanging on the prop roots;

With no ground underneath me,

Where once more the journey starts;

After a sky walk with the fingers with long nails.


I help the fingers to cover the scars,

And to entangle the black threads;

Till the ends get diverted,

Lifted from the shelf;

I am the COMB.


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