An enigmatic love poem by Saumya, exclusively for Different Truths.
I last met you…
the nursery wines,
the rollicking riders and the eerie mimes!
The lost flickers…
where lavenders bloom,
Hope I ride faster
to drop you till moon!
Go in the winds or go soon,
I ride the same…
where itching sweeps,
No one there to blame!
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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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