I willingly permit you to run my poetry through a ChatGPT analysis, the robot reads it right.
A Hen
the day she’d learned how the wind delightfully tickles her belly as she soars,her wings were...
God, To the Common Woman
my god is so tangible, so near. it rains and it sprouts as an egg. it can touch, and it can cry....
Snow
the South Asian admiration for snow is its incarnations, such as a succession of dust that tumbles...
A Hint of Jasmine
she hovers over two men on a bike beside me. i watch her pull at their noses between the index and...
A Drunken Dance
she held me upright on the grass, at our feet lay remains of white flowers, raat ki raani we...
Father
caress, his wrinkled finger along the lobe of her ear,earrings dangling, lingering silver.silvered...
Uncle
from a hint of petrichor on its collision with the dirt,to a mumble in the streets and a damp...
Mother
she told me i look beautiful when i cry.flushed cheeks of velvet and puddled eyelids,did i really...
Dream
her toes tease the pull my feet lay idle on.i am drawn by almond clefts that claim eyes,saw a...
Conversation
the far corner of an extravagant house sits a round table for four, but with three guests today,...
Letter On Her Back
in a moment such as this, i entertain a fleeting thoughtso dense that i am overwhelmed.where she...