Dr Molly pays tribute to the Bard – exclusively for Different Truths.
On the seashore of endless words pebbles how like a child I tottered picking, collecting making dream castles that fell miserably as a fiasco.... you came to hold up my hand pointing at the vast expanse where children play with shouts and revels among the charming glades and shades, so blissful accepting all... we watched how after the nocturnal hide and seek the moon retires paving way for the morning glory... there where the radiance fell and spread we listened to the glory of our creator sung full throated by the birds... even the sweltering heat turned a sweet promise... how we traversed the sunny, the gloomy, singing the song of love faith and peace... our silences saturated with the content of a reed in moving waters to merge with the great sea of silence... O, my Bard! how together our winged self transcends the shores of word play to resonate seeking the eternal edge to things... where borders coalesce...
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truths