A bold and intense poem by Deeya.

Your charm wins me round to pen
fond memories, lotus blooms
promising wind and grass

I float, gather dust
on a rotten foliage, a storm
unwinding itself

I can remember your fluty ribs
that poke into my skinny bones
from there emerge, volatile

A cyst weaving distrust and pain
I remain
creaking rust scraped from needless metal yarn
The weeping reality overhangs
a clitoris on my narcotic self
I cannot despise you…
What I can’t be

©Deeya Bhattacharya

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya has a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several national and international journals, websites, and e-zines, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, she has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.

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