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| Elizabeth Hasan |
The first call of hope
Fills me as I am reborn,
Lost love forgotten.
So, it is summer
At last. Blue, green, golden
Colour my sad heart.
At last. Blue, green, golden
Colour my sad heart.
The rains flood the roads.
The Ganges overflows; so
My love follows suit.
The Ganges overflows; so
My love follows suit.
Dead hearts crunch under
Our feet. The Cornfield Road is
Filled with nostalgia.
Our feet. The Cornfield Road is
Filled with nostalgia.
The winter mist lifts;
The maidan comes into view.
Alas! My pain hides.
The maidan comes into view.
Alas! My pain hides.
Bio:
Elizabeth Hasan is an undergraduate student of English Literature at the University of Calcutta, in Kolkata, India. She lives through extreme periods of loneliness which is reflected in her works. She has been writing poetry since her pre-teens and has been acknowledged for her fiction at the national level. Her verses have been published in Delhi Slam Poetry, Verses of Silence and Moiramor Magazine and essays in The Delek Archives. She has presented multiple academic papers at the University of Delhi and has been published in the Journal of St. Stephen's College. She dreams that one day her lines will be quoted.
