Lost Humanity
Sarala rues about lost humanity and how girls are unsafe. She ends with a note of hope, exclusively for Different Truths. Where’s the humanity goneWhich we cherished for so...
An eAnthology of Poems on Durga
Different Truths PoetsMahua Sen, Shree Ganguly, Amita Sanghavi, Rituparna Khan, Parvathy Ramachandran, Tabassum Tahmina Shagugta Hussein, Rajashree Mohapatra, Kamrun Nahar, Lily Swarn, Shail Raghuvanshi, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Dr. Chandra Prakash...
Trail of Time
An inward-looking poem, by Sujatha, exclusively for Different Truths. As time winds its wayDown the catastrophic aislesPast the crossroads of crisesAnd we pause to look behind,The bygones will unravelTrails...
Is Man in Need of the Child!
Saranya wonders how much the need of the man for a child is, in this tongue-in-cheek poem, exclusively for Different Truths. How much man is need of the Childto...
Neelam Intermingles Engineering & Literature for a Sense of Balance
Technocrat and administrator, Neelam Saxena Chandra, tells us what it means to be a poet and author, balancing home, work, and her creative impulse. She has achieved convergence of...
You Need a Form to Pray?
Saranya questions the form of a deity to pray. Nature in its formless beauty beacons her, in this verse, exclusively for Different Truths. A novice — I’m told by...
Liveliness
Sarala celebrates the vivaciousness of a girl, in this woman-centric poem, exclusively for Different Truths. Look at that beautiful girlShe is full of life in herHer eyes sparkle with...
Hope Peddlers in Isolation
A poem about the hope peddlers during pandemic, by Mamta, exclusively for Different Truths. Did you read my story?Might make you feel less lonely, less apart, less emptySimply because...
Adieu September…2020 Puja with no Fun!
Corona has made Puja celebrations lacklustre, snatching livelihoods of many, rues Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths. Goodbye SeptemberSee you next year, you left us too fastWith your 30 days...
Sing the Curse
A dark poem on social issue, by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths. The soft windhumming lowswerves in and outof the concrete jungle on the sky risewhere among themlulled by...