The Resurrection
Slumber unfolds
its arms as it wakes up. The tiny particles scattered in the air absorb the
sunlight; they seem to be delighted and drone the song of liberation. Sleep is
now conscious like the attraction between mother and her new-born.
Flawlessly
arranged, the room for hard work is yet to mark the advent of fatigue. At a
distance, the mother awaits her demonstration in sweat and grime.
Rostrum
Hierarchies exist in literature.
Diplomacy holds many colors on
its sleeves. Why blame shades
for dissociation?
Poetry is hardly audible,
audience witness smiling
poets on the dais.
O’ Girl
As a woman
you’re never alone—
you may not
be impressed by the gazes
when you
come out,
they will follow
wherever you go.
‘Single
mother’ is a misnomer—
you may not
bear a fetus in your womb
you may not
have a partner for leaning to
but then,
there is
always a child to look after,
the one
prior to the one in you.
Unity
Some words are best hyphenated.
Take self confidence—
it points at composure
or its absence.
Hyphen springs it to consciousness—
it vaunts the
union.
Voices Within - Complete List of Poets :: Setu, January 2019
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