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GULF
WAR AND CHILD (Annie
Finch)
He is sleeping, his fingers
curled,
his belly pooled open, his legs gathered, still
in their bent blossom victory.
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Exiled
Verse (Usha Kishore
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I write many songs,
unheard by you, Mother;
But the first drops of milk
that blessed my throat
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Even
If (Ali Samavati )
Outside a hut atop a Sado crag,
he sits writing letters in sumi ink,
oblivious to the cold wind and snow.
Even I, a Sado youth, must retreat to the fire.
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