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Here’s a love poem in an urban sensibility, by Sushant, exclusively for Different Truths.
An image, A voice I grow old with time Turning the pages of books Slowly, sipping coffee. The sun goes down at dusk The world is my enthusiasm I see a moment of attachment Like a perfect night of lovemaking. There have to be words, dear I console the seekers Of my heart. The wine I share becomes the poetry Understandable by distant lovers Drawn close by time. The affection I draw close And cast in written letters Digital love is a tiresome affair If I confess, it will only make a commercial poem.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
