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I Have Never Felt So Lonely

I have never felt so lonely as I did today. 
I am as alone as this road,
Which runs through the dwindling forest.
It has no name.
It takes a bend here and then goes straight elsewhere.
I have often wondered what the road feels like
All by itself going somewhere where there is nowhere?

There is something very lonely about being a road.
Some roads are busy; others are quiet and solitary.
Either way, they are alone and very lonely.
Many walk to wherever it
is going some return some never do.
We trample the road ingratitude a constant.
Today I too feel like this nameless, lonely road.
It’s deep and stark this aloneness.
It’s a dead volcano crater.
Unlike the desperate tree,
Which is trying to reach out and embrace
I seek no one.

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Dr. Roopali Sircar Gaur
Dr. Roopali Sircar Gaur is a poet, travel writer, and social justice activist. A former professor of English Literature at Delhi University, and a creative writing professor at IGNOU, she is a widely published academic and creative writer. Her book Twice Colonised: Women in African Literature, is a seminal text on women’s socio-political empowerment. In 2020-21, she co-edited two poetry anthologies – In All the Spaces: Diverse Voices in Global Women’s Poetry, and Earth Fire Water Wind.
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  • Your inner void is palpable through this beautiful piece of writing!
    Losing someone close is heart wrenching 🙏🏻

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