Prof. Ram’s poem explores an entity perceived as nearly dangerous, an outsider blamed for self-inflicted suffering, seeking to erase their impact for peace, for Different Truths.
It’s near but
every place has a distance
and people to
they flee to see
me in their vicinity
sense a danger
I don’t belong:
they curse me for what I’m not
self-made misery
traps them in hell
I can’t help their doom nor stop
their wanton rage
down to smallness
they hate only themselves and
sculpt new sorrows
I must erase
the debris of dreams they have
and be at peace
Picture design by Anumita Roy





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