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Perfect Mismatch

by Ananya Sarkar
(Kolkata, India)

The answers are strewn

But the questions are missing

So when the questions arise

Do the answers go missing?

Do they lodge themselves

In the cleft of a cloud

Or the trunk of a tree

Or the lost tune of the bird that flew away?

The questions and answers exist

In perfect mismatch

Tickling man into the perpetual state of



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