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An enigmatic poem about love and its loss by Nandita, for Different Truths.

We have reached into

the depths of a void

plucked from the carnage of

vestiges of love

Not a flicker of emotion sustains,

silent grudges in sober voices is all that remains

drenched in uncertainty

sheathed in the resplendence

of promises never to be fulfilled,

slipping through time’s slippery fingers

to infinity, that could be stretched no far!

Wearing stinging strings of love like noose

we are lovers breaking like waves on the facile shore

dying in two different bubbles of the same receding tide.

©Nandita Samanta

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