Here’s a melancholic evocative poem by Mohini– exclusively for Different Truths.

Feelings weep through the Wall
The rough, tough mighty Wall
It is not going to crumble under your torture
Under your shrieking midnight falsetto.
 
The Wall has scars carved monstrously
Upon it, ancient – when you weren’t even there
To inject the pain through it

To poke and play with it.
 
The Wall stood upon heavy
Against showers of tears
The drought of any sense
A mockery, this stench.
 
Wailing, the Wall wrapped
In the inconspicuous veil of bravado
It stands high
Shielding itself with a wet eye.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

Mohini Awasthi

Mohini Awasthi, a 24-year-old poet from Lucknow, has completed her graduation and post-graduation from the University of Lucknow. Currently, she is pursuing her PhD in English from Indira Gandhi National Open University. In the poems, she attempts to capture the social sadness that the world has presented to her. She is on her way to understanding this world and its nuances. Her writings vent her bitter-sweet life.