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Nishith Singh

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Nishith Singh was born and raised in an arid small town in the Indian sub-continent, Bhilai Nagar, where the soil is blood red. He trained as a physician at the Calcutta University before moving to America for further training as a cancer physician. Nishith is passionate about writing. He believes that joy and wonder are accessible in the most momentary gazes of everyday individuals given to kindness, and beauty is the solitary word on the page, the singular tune, which the most honest mood of our heart begets even if it were its only creation in a lifetime.

The Memory Of The Dustwhistler is his first collection of poems. Nishith is currently working on a collection of short stories, a fictional novel about four generations of a family livi ...more

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The Memory Of The Dustwhistler

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The Old Man Asks:

The old man counts the hours.
His fingers trace the instants of this world.
A memory deceives him.
A memory conceives him.
The old man is measureless.
The old man is impervious.
He does not have to remember.
He does not have to forget.
He lives to deny.
His water is an ocean.
His face is every mirror.
His plea is my anthem.
Don’t take my dementia away he asks of me.
Don’t make me aware of your brittle j Read more of this blog post »

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