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 Day, 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 fingers clutching my skirt
Reaching down, I ruffle few letters
Smile. Kiss the expanse of space.
Walk away towards my world
Rebuke on my lips I turn
The poem has changed
Curling around my feet
It sends words of warmth 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 emotions of the deep
The memories of each throbbing moment
I am the Poem.
©Anumita Chatterjee Roy
Photos from the internet.
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