Sangeeta’s poem explores identity, memory, and the afterlife, addressing the fleeting nature of existence, exclusively for Different Truths.
A face, I remember. A movement, I remember. Gone in the alleys of oblivion, And disappeared into nothingness. Questions loom and prick... Am I me? Will the earth keep the imprints of my footsteps? Will the wind whisper the melody? Of missing notes? Long after I cross the timeless yards of space. The material body will dissolve, Where will I go? Remain as me? Unsure and uncertain about The pace I still have to cover. And the fall of the curtain. Today, my dreams of tomorrow Are evanescent, I see them fleeting on the Foggy, bleak tomorrow. Today, I can hear the tendrils of my heart say in Unison with the universe. What an abyss I created! In my real existence. In my belief in the existence of me, In my physical dwelling.
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