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An evocative poem about suffering, by Amita, exclusively for Different Truths.

The remnants of my silence
Hung on the words
Heart-felt, held, weighed
On my tongue heavy –
Unuttered.
 
Like the remnants of my tears
Dried on my cheeks –
Heart-wrenched, drenched,
Taste on my lips salty –
Unwiped.
 
The remnants of my hope
Breathe out with my sigh –
Escape from my soul –
Unheld

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  1. Amita Paul 3 years ago
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    Heartfelt.

  2. Ragini 3 years ago
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    Amita you have left me crying after reading your poem. It’s amazing how well you are able to put your heart 💜 in words so beautifully🙏

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