Contributor: Ananya S Guha
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Mother, the smell burns
of the incense in your prayer room
it burns in my body
and I see pictures of Gods, Goddesses
the ten armed, slaying the devil,
the learned one of education
they smile in your room,
only the room is far away from
me, an apparatus reviving your memory
a prayer seeking the truth
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