By: Adreyo Sen
You don’t need to look away
till you realize
she has your sister’s eyes.
It’s the blackened,
tear-smothered, matted-haired, haggard
smell of your sister’s shame that follows you
slyly as you drive by.
[Adreyo Sen, based in Kolkata, hopes to become a full-time writer. He did his undergraduate work in English and his postgraduate work in English and Sociology. Adreyo has been published in Danse Macabre and Kritya.]