Here’s an evocative, soul-searching poem by Monika, in Different Truths.
A strenuous path, the future seems.
Even if we tread, it would be like a
Voyage to nowhere, deprived of hope.
It was devoid of light, as we look back;
now looking ahead, we fathom,
our days in the Sun are numbered.
The World we live in is mouldering;
for so long, cherishing covetousness,
now can’t come out from the mess of manipulations.
Taking fake credits and applauds;
for pillaging Mother Earth for deep pockets;
even if we change now, all remains Godforsaken.
Only ‘The über rich’ will last longer
in the air-conditioned havens;
The rest shall fight the end.
The ground beneath their feet crumbles.
Spinning into a dystopian nightmare,
none of them can wake from.
Once upon a time, despair used to be
a sentiment for the aged and frail,
now it as ubiquitous and inescapable
as the polluted wind and waterways.
“Where is the Edge?”
The outcast Humanity asks.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths
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Born in the breathtakingly beautiful vale of Kashmir, Monika had her schooling there. A postgraduate in Business Management, an academician by profession, she is an art history enthusiast, writes poetry, short stories and paints. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies. Giving wings to her imagination through beautiful colours and words, she sings and has a following on YouTube.
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