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An evocative and bold poem by Deeya.
the truth perched on my lips
on a crystal May morning sunlight
an alibi on my window-sill.
Different truths, walk the distance
I try measuring the steps
they are an eternity- my womb’s claustrophobic
from the severe -indulgence in love
morphine like, my mouth’s acrid
in the may noon
an archaic hour glides by
like a Falcon, feeding the hunger in my soul.
Hope is your silhouette the pitch dark hours of dawn
while the evening’s an orchestra of fathomless dreams
the narration an aftermath of kiss,
hanging on the skin I wear.
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Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- 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, E-zine, 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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