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1 " it was too loud for hopeit was too silent for victory. "
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta , Synecdoche
2 " 1947, a found poem,full of erasures in historyof India and Pakistan. "
3 " my father holds a veenaadorns the posture of Saraswatirecites from the Sangam in Tamil,utters hymns for dry rivers. "
4 " The language of a river inscribesover eyes of moths and fliesthe navel of the land is a lake. "
5 " People drink democracy in a glass of teabut night falls, again. "