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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
I can remember your fluty ribs
that poke into my skinny bones
from there emerge, volatile
A cyst weaving distrust and pain
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
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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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