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Ahmad Sulehri

It is of you

I remember - the clicking of bangles on clay pots

and sat under the mango tree

that grows next to the badminton court

your hands

stained with turmeric from when you fed me

and you dare not pick the fruit

as the sun burns into the night behind you.

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