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Thursday, 1 May 2025

Tap!

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  Tap! Tap! Tap! I have become afraid of leaving my room. Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! There is no sound reason for it that I can exp...
Monday, 31 March 2025

Constant Companion

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 I am unable to get rid of the twinge. It feels a bit underwhelming to call it a twinge. More accurately, perhaps, it is a constant tug, a...
Friday, 10 July 2020

INARA AND ZIZOU GO TO BRESWANA

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Concept by Snigdha Sengupta-Haji Illustrated by Nithesh Xavier Breswana was a sprawling village that sat halfway up an impressiv...
Thursday, 9 July 2020

Spectator

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My river does not replenish itself. I sit by it every day, pants folded up to my knees, Feet trailing, making patterns in its flow. I ...
Sunday, 7 June 2020

Wolf Children

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We were moving West now, four children stumbling through the ceaseless tundra. Fatty was lagging behind as usual. His ragged breaths formi...
Wednesday, 20 May 2020

Rattle

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Manjula awoke from a fitful sleep while it was still dark and fumbled around for her mobile phone. Her heart sank as she saw it was alread...
Saturday, 11 April 2020

The Will o' the Wisp

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The densely forested hills gleamed in the ferocity of the sun, which was an irregular visitor to these parts. For once, no wet blanket smo...
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Mohammed Usman
Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Welcome to The Morgue. I am Usman and this is a record of my attempts at poetry, which are usually inspired by my darker side.
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