Prof Ram’s poem is a stark reflection on modern alienation, inner decay, and digital disquiet—where passion persists but healing feels impossibly distant, exclusively for Different Truths.
I live in a crowd of fakes
smallness rises with age
my mind has ceased to think
new metaphors hardly happen
hunger keeps me awake all night
I mitigate minginess
inner lives are emptied
and filled with fresh stress
too many fault lines run throug
to make sense of the divide
my passion itches and prompts
I nuzzle the virtual too
it’s the same virus replicating
the same hackers that hurt
the vigour and rigour of
the new, left or pushed behind
whatever the remedy
wounds take deaths to heal.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
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