I am the Poem

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A poem is born through its creator, the poet. Here the poem is persistent like a child, till the poet and the poem become one. Here’s a tribute to poems on the World Poetry , by Anumita, in Different Truths.

Half-way down the stairs, I saw a small poem
Tiptoeing around it I go,
A tug. A pause. I look.
Tiny worded clutching my skirt

Emoting eyes says, “Where do you go”
of the world I have,” my voice whispers
The poem grows few more
It reaches its hands out
A persistent child it is                                                   

Reaching down, I ruffle few letters
. the expanse of space.
Walk away towards my world

Reciting my footsteps comes poetry
Following my path
Never beside nor before, just behind
Lyrical, musical, and emotional
It keeps its flowing

Rebuke on my lips I turn
The poem has changed
Curling around my feet
It sends words of through me

I bend down and watch
Gather the words in my arms
Nuzzle the poem
Let it sink into me.

I live it within me every day
The persistent Poem
The defiant words and verses
The of the deep
The memories of each throbbing moment
I am the Poem.

©Anumita Chatterjee Roy

Photos from the internet.

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Anumita Chatterjee Roy

Anumita Chatterjee Roy

Anumita Chatterjee Roy is an artist at heart. She has an eye for the unusual. Her naturescapes make her the quintessential Romantic. She paints, is passionate about photography, creates word images in her verses and loves to write. She cooks delicacies and is a foodie. Born in India, she was brought up in several countries. These strengthened the global citizen in her. She now lives in the Columbus, Ohio, with her husband and two sons.
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