An inward-looking evocative poem, by Deeya, exclusively for Different Truths.
We talked, and voices rang in the air We brewed and talked We shredded and indulged in songs of mockery We fished in the river, in our Sampan We, the natives of this land We sat next to each other and our fingers touched the root of warmth that we carried inside us The fires broke, and our breath underneath our tongue We, the natives of this land that cropped up somewhere, in the perturbed valleys and mountains that cradled us.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths