An evocative poem by Ishita is about broken seeds that were once part of the poet – exclusively for Different Truths.
Broken seeds Were once part of me Now that I am looking for them Lost as they were before A memory as faint is all I have left of them The broken seeds That was once a part of me, flew away from me Into the oblivion Far away they go With no worries Like I had before I wonder If it's too late To try to reach As a molten kiss, as a touch of fate The broken seeds, That was once part of me Now, I wonder, How'd I lose them Or even if They never belonged to me For The broken seeds Have flown away far away from me Far from me.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Ishita is an aspiring 17-year-old artist, a poet and an ardent student. She is independent and creative. She started to draw as soon as she held a pencil. She wishes to become a designer and revel in as many experiences as possible. Just like how she tries to describe emotions in her art, she attempts to do the same with words. She also cradles other hobbies like reading and playing chess.
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