In the dance of words and emotions, Dr Sanjukta feels that she’s but a vessel for the poem to manifest itself — an exclusive for Different Truths.
Do I write the poem, Or does it write itself? The lines trickling Streams Churning Depths Unknown Unseen Buds of poems Unfurl their petals, On the page The page blossoms A stabbing pain A healing touch A mother’s clasp Lost and found Among the words That creates a shelter, As the storms storm through The pages of bruised time. Do I write the poem, Can I write a poem? The poem writes itself, My fingers on a keyboard Hypnotised The poem dictates I am the poem’s service provider I am the good old poem’s stenographer The poem is my analyst My poem reads me Like an open book.
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Dr Sanjukta Dasgupta is a poet, short story writer, critic, and translator. She was a General Council of Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi, member and the Convenor English Advisory Board Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi. She is the President of the Intercultural Poetry and Performance Library, Kolkata and has twenty-six published books. Her poems have been translated into German, Serbian, Bengali, Hindi, Punjabi, Kashmiri, and Tamil.
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