The Attic: Reliving its Story

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An evocative about the attic from Deeya.

Robbed she stands, bearing scars
all over her putrid skin; dust-settled
fungi-smeared; stale from the air
over yester-years


Each morning the segregated
parades into the still air, raucous 
with the gnawing of termites for 
the fond warmth.  A hushed figure 
steals into the captive air, nostrils
inundated with the smell of
dusty boxes, worn-out trunks, rusty hinges
and forfeited wares.


Each night, in New nights
she conceives knowing well it would 
die the next day and not a trace be found. 


Still, on Nights like these she’s immortal
only to wither by day, immaculate 
only to be dishevelled and ageless
only to crumble by
the deteriorating sun.

©Deeya Bhattacharya

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Deeya Bhattacharya

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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