Here’s a sensitive and evocative poem by Kabir, in Different Truths.

While she revolves with her neighbours

We initiate our own story

Some with a sob while others with a curve

Many with massacred monuments

Few with evolved finger – like towers

Hundreds enjoying the foreign ingredients

Two or three with a lap full of watermelon

She revolves with her pace making us stick to her sole

Our story depends on her pace

As the tears have to land so that others notice

Our story depends on her pace

As our sob needs to alter into a smile after it wets her skin

Crores of creatures linger on her moss filled floor

Few hunt some while some without the fear of being hunted

Some even slither into her skin like two lovers slither their tongue

Yet she feels the pain when they lie without a beating heart

With the veins being cut off from her skin

Even then our story revolves around us

Juggling the politics of life, love, and power

One person has got the ability to make his/her story noticeable

But the one building their story revolves with pain inside

Even then we have the confusion of ‘Who is to be hated?’

©Kabir Deb

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Kabir Deb

Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed my schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from his childhood. He wants change the society with the power of poetry. He believes that society can destroy the most destructive force in the society and create a better tomorrow.

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