In the dance of words and emotions, Dr Sanjukta feels that she’s but a vessel for the poem to manifest itself — an exclusive for Different Truths.

Do I write the poem,
Or does it write itself?
The lines trickling
Streams
Churning
Depths
Unknown
Unseen

 
Buds of poems
Unfurl their petals,
On the page
The page blossoms
A stabbing pain
A healing touch
A mother’s clasp
Lost and found
Among the words
That creates a shelter,
As the storms storm through
The pages of bruised time.
 
Do I write the poem,
Can I write a poem?
The poem writes itself,
My fingers on a keyboard
Hypnotised
The poem dictates
I am the poem’s service provider
I am the good old poem’s stenographer
The poem is my analyst
My poem reads me
Like an open book.

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Dr Sanjukta Dasgupta

Dr Sanjukta Dasgupta is a poet, short story writer, critic, and translator. She was a General Council of Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, member and the Convenor English Advisory Board Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi. She is the President of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata and has twenty-six published books. Her poems have been translated into German, Serbian, Bengali, Hindi, Punjabi, Kashmiri, and Tamil.

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