A protest poem by Sudhansu, exclusively for Different Truths.
The universe settles on the narrow eyes
The vision arising
From the hope of a dying man
Face dark with sighs
Torture transcends
Relief of the undiluted grief of a frozen silence
Hanging onto my window pane
Perhaps to speak an unspoken language.
Lines curve, straighten and curve again
To paint the portrait of his inner one.
The color fades away
The brush mocks at me to paint the summer sky
To calculate the petals of a winter rose.
He stood and looked between the shoulders
Between the brows.
The small hour approached to whisper a word
Just a word
that moved on the broken lips and stopped
The echo merged in the vale.
All words too finite and small
To echo the soundless empty hall
To gather the images of a broken glass.
No tear, no sigh, no voice
The shadow returned back
Only syllables of silence
©Sudhansu Dash
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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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