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A poignant poem by Dr Tirthankar transcends from the mundane to the cosmic – exclusively for Different Truths.
I spat out a seed, and, behold, there’s a tree, I gulped down my tears and, lo, there’s poetry. I know there’s no such thing as a miracle, every effect has a cause, and every cause, a debacle. You either win or lose what, to start with, wasn’t worth fighting for, some lines in trenches lie, some burst forth like sycamore. I am convinced there’s a goddess somewhere, insane, uncared for, who wears in her unkempt hairs straws, and calls them metaphors.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
