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A storm rages in a voice, dispelling tranquillity. Aparajita, the poet, seeks peace and harmony in her Muse. Here’s a poem that moves from despair to hope, in Different Truths.
Just a voice
And the Herculean storm
Hides in air.
The scrapped beats now
Cool in the harmonica.
There’s a break in the meditation,
A little apostrophe in the
The desperation of the poet.
The truce reminds her,
The role of the muse.
An epic role
Which could have altered
The long narrative of
Prologue
And insert a lyric,
The ebullient, personal lyric
Crying in the symphony
Of longing,
Allaying
Soothing
Before the voice united.
©Aparajita Dutta
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