Old Calcutta Chromosomes by Aishwarya Roy

Old Calcutta Chromosomes

Like an old man of the hill, the houses lie.It’s like touching history;Like a world trapped within a building,Like a time machine,Connecting you to someone who livedAnd loved so long ago.You sit with your back facing the sun.Beneath your skin’s veneerLies cemented fear.The shadow reminds you,You’re not only your soul, but a walkingCreature, treading upon …

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