An evocative inward-looking poem, of despair and hope, by Amita, exclusively for Different Truths.
I seemed to forget the sound of my voice I read aloud just to hear me. I seemed to forget the light of the heart I washed it with tears, and cleansed each part. I seemed to forget the glisten of the dew I sprinkled the plants with a drops few. I seemed to forget the shades of the sea I painted all hues in every texture and degree. I seemed to recall words very wise, Shrug off and let go, reinvent, and rise.
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Amita Sanghavi, (M.A., TESOL, (UK), MPhil, MA Eng Lit, B.Ed. Mumbai, India), is an honoured World Poetry Canada Ambassador to Oman. She’s the representative to Oman as pronounced by ‘The Art Movement’, Immage &, Italy. She teaches English at Sultan Qaboos University, Muscat. She won the International Poetry Contest, Savona Italy (2021).
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