Here’s a melancholic evocative poem by Mohini– exclusively for Different Truths.
Feelings weep through the Wall The rough, tough mighty Wall It is not going to crumble under your torture Under your shrieking midnight falsetto. The Wall has scars carved monstrously Upon it, ancient – when you weren’t even there To inject the pain through it To poke and play with it. The Wall stood upon heavy Against showers of tears The drought of any sense A mockery, this stench. Wailing, the Wall wrapped In the inconspicuous veil of bravado It stands high Shielding itself with a wet eye.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Powerful
Thank you, Sir!