A poignant love poem full of yearning, by Nandini, exclusively for Different Truths.
We have come a long way, love, a long way! But the road to your heart is unending. Well, I know, I can only strive to stride forth. Imagine if there’s a doppelganger for me to you! Don’t bury me, you know I am a seed. From root to fruit, I will regrow, like eternal youth. The seed brings out, indeed it recreates the spirit of living-dying dialectic. Playing with stance and comment, my living voice is beneath. And yes, how to misread a poem is not an easy binary to how to read a poem. It is neither a negotiable alternative to mistaking a poem to an uncluttered sheath. I learnt early, if we want to feel tall, we have to bow down. I am convinced that a poem is a poem is a poem for you, though it can be a way to my breath. Something is missing from all my glamorous glitzy photographs — ‘myself’. Yet, the game of posturing to the world I must maintain. The unending road to truth is rare and dearth. The seed (that is me) knows, if you are the soil, I would sow myself and grow. Give me my share of love and shower on me. I’ll flower and sprout. You may deliberate this as our unending truth.
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