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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Amita Sanghavi, (M.A., TESOL, (UK), MPhil, MA Eng Lit, B.Ed. Mumbai, India), is an honoured World Poetry Canada Ambassador to Oman. She’s the representative to Oman as pronounced by ‘The Art Movement’, Immage &, Italy. She teaches English at Sultan Qaboos University, Muscat. She won the International Poetry Contest, Savona Italy (2021).
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Heartfelt.
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🙏