A poem is born through its creator, the poet. Here, the poem is persistent like a child, till the poet and the poem become one, by Anumita, in Different Truths.

Halfway down the stairs, I saw a small poem
Tiptoeing around it, I go,
A tug. A pause. I look.
Tiny, worded fingers clutching my skirt

Emoting eyes say, “Where do you go?”
“Work of the world I have,” my voice whispers
The poem grows a few more words
It reaches its hands out
A persistent child it is                                                   

Reaching down, I ruffled a few letters
Smile. Kiss the expanse of space.
Walk away towards my world

Reciting my footsteps comes poetry
Following my path
Never beside nor before, just behind
Lyrical, musical, and emotional
It keeps its verses flowing

Rebuke on my lips, I turn
The poem has changed
Curling around my feet
It sends words of warmth through me

I bend down and watch
Gather the words in my arms
Nuzzle the poem
Let it sink in for me.

I live it within me every day
The persistent Poem
The defiant words and verses
The emotions of the deep
The memories of each throbbing moment
I am the poem.

Picture design: Anumita Roy

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Anumita Roy

Anumita Roy is an artist at heart and legal/medical interpreter by profession. She creates word images in her verses and loves to write short stories. Mother of children in the spectrum, she advocates special needs issues in whichever way possible. Born in India, brought up in several countries, makes her a true global citizen. She now lives in the Columbus, Ohio, with her family and follows her passion for writing and advocacy being the Managing Editor of Different Truths.

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