A poem of pain by Lopamudra, for Different Truths.
The broken parts of me aches In lonely hours Shed tears without any sound I diligently cover up my wound Not to be noticed Not to be questioned Not to be asked About the bizarre incidents of the past The warm blood flow in my veins Runs ghastly Each flesh from the body parts Demands air directly My organs are unable to digest The boisterous words, which you used abruptly Without thinking how it will hurt others’ sentiments seriously. I am not a stone Neither I am a hard rock Inside me a soft heart breathes Inside me a sweet dream creeps Inside me a melodious music sings I read the green, I watch the blue, I paint red, I skip with rainbow shed I care for the words of past I am concerned for the present But I am broken inside to several parts.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths
Lopamudra Mishra resides in Bhubaneswar. She completed postgraduation, in English, from Ravenshaw University Cuttack. Her fascination for writing came from her grandfather and father at an early age. Her poems have been published in many magazines and anthologies. Her first book, ‘Rhyme of Rain’ was published in March 2017, second book, ‘First Rain’, in August 2017 and her third book, ‘Tingling Parables’, in May 2018.
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Very beautifully she has expressed her poetic talents and one reads her poems. they get carried away to another world and they enjoy the beauty of her poems