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Memories remain and often becomes part of our identity. Here’s a poem by Durgesh, for Different Truths, where he takes the ‘voyage within’ to emerge enriched.

A Lotus blooms 
on the sediment of memories.
An old man is the real owner 
of those golden stories.

By remembering those glimpse
he goes in past.
Where –
He laughs. 
He weeps. 
He plays.
He runs fast.

With each wrinkles 
of upcoming waves of time. 
We’ll too reach there 
with melodious rhyme.

But a soreness among inner peace 
which we’ve felt.
A shiver silence 
which can’t be melt.

A gust of wind 
changes the direction of our thought.
Though, the sensibility among us exist. 
Yet, our attitude of viewing the life is rot.

Here, I would like 
to stop my muse. 
Let’s decide, which the path 
you need to choose.

Till then, take care 
of those soft petals red. 
Otherwise, 
it may soon fade.

Picture design Anumita Roy


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