Author: Prena subba
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Loving You
i will bring sunflowers at your door and greet you with a kiss. i will take you to the places we dreamt at 6, on the bus ride you will ask me to switch seats so you can view the city lights—i will agree, so i can watch you till you fall asleep on my…
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my broken fairytale
come with me,i will take thee to my grandiose citadel where i scribbled a fairytale on the walls step thy fair feet into my ballroomcast thy marble eyes on the chandelier as each glass tinkles it creates a rhapsody so will i dance in my prettiest silver gown hear the marble floor breath silently whisper…
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I am a Bhutanese, that’s the start and the end of it.
my srilankan friends asks me why is my name ‘prena’ and not pema, dorji or sonam ( Bhutanese names they have always heard ) even the professors who mispronounce my name tells ‘oh, you have an Indian name” “why?” i tilt my head slightly to right and bite my tongue, it’s easy, i am a…
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my fear
my only fear is ‘what if i am the only one who remembers?’ what if in the next two or three decades the people i loved no longer remembers what i even look like? will i be able to hold all the memories people like them discard on a road side gutter to a better…
Prena Poetry 