(poet's note: the poem was inspired by a visit to a punjabi shop in north london where the lad at the counter didn't know about anardana but my request brought his old mother out of the kitchen with a bag of pomegranate seeds AND some masala that she ...

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She wears her motto inscribed in golden letters inside her head, walking through walls, invisible; seeing the world as never before.

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The garden acquired a quiet grace Wrapt in your motherly care, The trees were at ease in their place As year followed fruitful year.

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Our blind nightwatchman rises from a postprandial nap at midnight and starts on his rounds through familiar lanes and alleyways with their familiar smells and resident pack of loud- mouthed strays, strikes the familiar lamp-posts with his ...

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