A poem of longing and desire, by Tirthankar, exclusively for Different Truths.
At the farthest end of a shimmering road, vague and hardly audible was a song sung by someone I didn’t know – at the farthest end of a burning road. The song was a tune afloat in the eddying air, like the skirt of a whirling gipsy woman, red, blue, green, white, all shining in a dizzying cloud. What shimmered that day at the farthest end of the lonely road? Unattended and scarcely heard, the skirt, like a gipsy’s, glowed.
Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths