An inward-looking evocative poem, by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths.
We talked, and voices rang in the air We brewed and talked We shredded and indulged in songs of mockery We fished in the river, in our Sampan We, the natives of this land We sat next to each other and our fingers touched the root of warmth that we carried inside us The fires broke, and our breath underneath our tongue We, the natives of this land that cropped up somewhere, in the perturbed valleys and mountains that cradled us.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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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