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Minority Poem - Nissim Ezekiel

In my room, I talk
to my invisible guests: they do not argue, but wait Till I am exhausted, then they slip away with inscrutable faces. I lack the means to change their amiable ways, although I love their gods. It's the language really separates, whatever else is shared. On the other hand, Everyon
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