Dr Molly pays tribute to the Bard – exclusively for Different Truths.
On the seashore of
endless words
pebbles
how like a child
I tottered
picking, collecting
making dream castles
that fell
miserably
as a fiasco....
you came
to hold up
my hand
pointing at
the vast expanse
where children play
with shouts and
revels
among the charming
glades and shades,
so blissful
accepting all...
we watched
how after the
nocturnal
hide and seek
the moon retires
paving way
for the morning
glory...
there where
the radiance
fell and spread
we listened to
the glory of
our creator
sung full throated
by the birds...
even the
sweltering heat
turned a sweet
promise...
how we traversed
the sunny,
the gloomy,
singing the
song of love
faith and peace...
our silences
saturated with
the content
of a reed in
moving waters
to merge
with the great
sea of silence...
O, my Bard!
how together
our winged self
transcends
the shores
of word play
to resonate
seeking the
eternal edge
to things...
where borders
coalesce...
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths





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