Practice

By Amrita Nair

Poem

I’m forgetting my name again.
I’ve forgotten it before.
I left all the letters in a park one day
I forgot to round them up
I forgot to bring them home
So, now when I’m forgetting my name again
It’s easier because I’ve done it before.

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AMRITA V NAIR was born in Kerala, India. Her first collection of poetry, Yours Affectionately, was published in 2009 and received the Jury's commendation at the Muse India National Literary Awards 2011. Her poetry has been published in Kritya and Indian Literature. She is currently an MPA candidate at the London School of Economics and Political Science.

10 responses to “Practice”

  1. Hank cherry says:

    This is like a dance of innocent charm set to naughty music. Playful and fun, but with a pulse of mystery, too. Nice finish, also!

  2. Pete DeLorean says:

    I loved this!

  3. Richard Cox says:

    Not a game, not a game, not a game. We’re talking about practice.

    Practice!

  4. Jaya Rama Krishna.Pyla says:

    Funtastic Amrita,
    As a poet I appreciate ur work on this, I am also a poet in telugu and a little bit in English also.

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