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The Disrobing

by Ananya Sarkar
(Kolkata, India)

After spending the day with the world

I return home

–In my room, the mirror spills the secrets in my face

The whirring fan weeds out the need for words or lies

For now at least.

The tap runs…

Watering my spontaneity

And the rules slide off like dead skin


At bedtime, I remove my clothes

The outer garments, then inner

And then gently peel off my skin

Wipe off the smile

Replace the plastic tongue

And I lie stripped of all artifices

Staring at the darkness

Embodying just ME.


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