There was a seed of hate,
lying on an acre of hurt;I let my soul grow around it.
About the Author:
Aalooran Rahman Bora is from the Indian state of Assam. He is employed as a freelance Instructional Designer while he works on his first novel and a string of short stories. He was a finalist for the 2015 Berfrois Poetry Prize.
World’s
just a smudged blackboard
in an old classroom;
Those few lovely hours – of talking books, selecting books, buying books – consisted our brief encounter.
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