Deeya’s evocative poem on DifferentTruths.com captures a profound weariness, weaving together ancient echoes and the heavy burden of existence.
Spare me the travel
been too long on dusty tracks without
rain respite relief
balancing life like a marble on a spoon.
Birds weary have long left their nests behind
Winter is around the corner
as my hungry soul craves for warmth from
a log that shoulders
This warmth is rich, plum pudding
On a slice called life. I carry life in my purse.
An essence like camphor.
It melted the bones centuries ago
When Tyrannosaurus
Walked this earth.
Spare me the age
The colossal earth is timid with the burden of
blood spree so rampant
We name freedom.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
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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