An enigmatic love poem, by Saumya, exclusively for Different Truths.
Love, a sweet aroma to attract,
A rosy sound to enchant,
A palpable feel to evoke,
More becomes – a penchant.
The welts and warps of emotions
Keep bonding apace,
Fill remote rambling gaps
And prevent all space.
No demands no complaints,
But somewhere these creeps up;
These are leaves of love
Some day will rise up.
Colossal prospect dooms to fall:
A stumbling block that love can’t sever,
Space to me, space to you
Reserves love forever with you.
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Currently working as Regional Director, NIOS, MHRD, GoI, Saumya, a DPhil in English Literature from Allahabad University, is trained in incorporating Gender Concerns in Public Policy from the Indian Institute of Public Administration, New Delhi and certified in Global Diplomacy in the Modern World from the University of London & SOAS, University of London. Her published books are Common Shadows (USA), and New World Order of Postmodernism in the Plays of Harold Pinter, (India).
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