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A poignant love poem full of yearning, by Nandini, exclusively for Different Truths.
We have come a long way, love, a long way! But the road to your heart is unending. Well, I know, I can only strive to stride forth. Imagine if there’s a doppelganger for me to you! Don’t bury me, you know I am a seed. From root to fruit, I will regrow, like eternal youth. The seed brings out, indeed it recreates the spirit of living-dying dialectic. Playing with stance and comment, my living voice is beneath. And yes, how to misread a poem is not an easy binary to how to read a poem. It is neither a negotiable alternative to mistaking a poem to an uncluttered sheath. I learnt early, if we want to feel tall, we have to bow down. I am convinced that a poem is a poem is a poem for you, though it can be a way to my breath. Something is missing from all my glamorous glitzy photographs — ‘myself’. Yet, the game of posturing to the world I must maintain. The unending road to truth is rare and dearth. The seed (that is me) knows, if you are the soil, I would sow myself and grow. Give me my share of love and shower on me. I’ll flower and sprout. You may deliberate this as our unending truth.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths
