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Radha Chakravarty |
Singed
wings singed by fire
moth heart still aflutter
for the flame
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Silent stories
lingering inscriptions
on memory’s skin
scars tell silent stories
of battles fought
resilience
survival
and wounds that healed
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** ISSN 2475-1359 **
* Bilingual monthly journal published from Pittsburgh, USA :: рдкिрдЯ्рд╕рдмрд░्рдЧ рдЕрдоेрд░िрдХा рд╕े рдк्рд░рдХाрд╢िрдд рдж्рд╡ैрднाрд╖िрдХ рдоाрд╕िрдХ *
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Radha Chakravarty |
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Beautiful, deep poem
ReplyDeleteThe first poem seems like an invocation to Shayaris and Shayars who talk of Parwana and Shama. I like the second even more, particularly the metaphor of lingering inscriptions.
ReplyDeleteRadha, " moth heart still aflutter/ for the flame", so poignantly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSilent stories, a wonderful expression of human resilience on all fronts. Scars and wrinkles,timekeepers of the stories of our lives.