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Here’s an evocative poem by Subramanian, a poet of urban sensibility, dwelling on gadget-dependent life – exclusively for Different Truths.
The nib is sharp, gleaming, Holds the pin to the buzz And eerie chaos life has in a bounty! It is the life of things for one and all, Also, the cemetery when it goes wrong! As vital as a nose to breath, When it fails, there is funereal silence. You realise the mobile in your palm has a mocking grin, niggardly wink! “I am the measure of your heart’s beat, The bustle of mind, the symphony of the brain. If the charger fails, my silence is a chasm you cannot traverse! The day dies in a trice.” I bear its grin with gritted teeth, hurry to the nearest brand-savvy shop. Whir in the orbit The fan’s blades are still. They sense they will swing Only when I want to warm up, be ready to set about my day. When still they look like a Yogi, In evanescent reverie, an unblemished lotus in the pond. Untroubled or dismayed by the coagulating dust on its frame, Any more than shrivelled leaves Eviscerate the lotus in the pond. Time breathes on them, leaves no moss on their being. The day comes alive only when one sets on his toes. Else it is as just vivacious as the whir in the Orbit.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
