A love poem by Debarati, evoking nature, deals with inner turmoil – exclusively for Different Truths.
Love flows between us like a river, a dry river! that once swelled up on a full moon night. The pebbles gather slowly in my veins. Making way hurriedly to my heart. The night shimmers on my nerves while we have a parley together with the stars. On days the moon sleeps between us, you look at me with perfidy. I stumble upon my lost words. I hesitate to gather courage. Forlorn, I lay on my moth-eaten bed. waiting for a new dawn. but the sunrays fail yet again to wipe out my inner mayhem.
Picture design by Anumita Roy