
Death tells my father,
“This is the day of freedom
from any specific shape.”
My father desires to be
my mother’s favourite flower,
but he cannot remember which one.
“Freedom from memories too.”
Death says.

The author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine’ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. Twitter- https://twitter.com/Kushalpoe

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