An intense, inward-looking poem, by Deeya, for Different Truths.

The whining noon

Eavesdrop on the dead shore

Of your eyes, it saunters on

The purring lips

The death of my cat

Is moon and madness to me?

The girl in satin 

With auburn hair peanut eyes

Speaks the Inca tongue

I see death in her hair

Pinned to her nape

Helpless on knees begging for life.

An apprentice

Nestling innocence 

Sturdy branches of struggling desires

Survives in this ocean of life.

©Deeya Dey Bhattacharya

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya has a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several national and international journals, websites, and e-zines, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, she has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.

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