Medha Singh



Lure, Endure

You know what I found in your centre of metal, mortar? Within, wet fruit, bound in flesh, convulsing with shame, bare in the wrong street. Here you were, refusing age time’s demands— discipline, elegance, tact— as this void thirsted for …

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3 Savita Singh Translations by Medha Singh

End In Karnataka’s dark village, a family prepares to close the game of life. A mat is splayed out on the ground & poison mixed in a bowl. Seating the kids in a corner their mother caresses them, watching her …

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