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ਅੰਤਿਕਾ
John Berger
MIGRANT WORDS
In a pocket of earth
I buried all the accents
of my mother tongue
there they lie
like needles of pine
Assembled by ants
One day the stumbling cry
of another wanderer
may set them alight
then warm and comforted
he will hear all night
the truth as lullaby
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