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Autobiography of a Joker

An evocative love poem by Sudhansu, for Different Truths exclusively.

I know the magic of unlocking the lips

Burdened with calculated smile

Mathematically designed as one minus one is equal to zero.

I am the man of an unknown geography

Where the shadow speaks only in confidence

To the people I value.

I know the art of spying my shadow

In a redefined relationship with it.

The ground opens up and envelops each time I walk with my shadow

Fighting a long battle throughout my life

Just only to lose it.

You feel the wanting of this unwanted being

Unrecognised from the beginning to the end.

My signature is on water escapes your eyes

But I am always there

Faithful to your presence.

Can the attachment of two lips measure the depth of love?

You look at me, but I look at myself.

No matter what you think about me

But it is my life to go

With the confidence of missing the self from moment to moment.

©Dr. Sudhansu Dash

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Dr. Sudhansu Dash
Dr Sudhansu Dash has bagged the International Elite Writer’s award in English poetry (2014). His anthologies, ‘The Stories of the Insider’, ‘A flying Without Wings’, ’Painting the Silence’, Behind the Shadow’ Returning to Carbon’ ‘The Unopened Window’,’ It is She’ ‘The Broken Sky’ and ‘The Secret Design’ have international publications in the United States. Many articles too have been published in international journals. He is a Lecturer in English in Dhenkanal district, Odisha.

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