Poetry at Sangam
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Evening engulfs my warm waist,
Brightens it.
I am a clay goddess.
There is a hesitation in all skin,
Its aimless existence.
I open my mouth
And do not feel any breath;
Only a quiet climate,
A sting.
A flower droops into my vision.
It is desperate to be observed,
To be known…
Is acknowledgement an affirmation of life?
Presence
How does one define presence?
I shut my eyes
And the sky is blueberries,
A child’s frock
Swivelling above earth.
A flower
Continues to be
Above my continuously diffusing chin,
An incense stick
Its elongated time
Now rustling within my submerged flesh
Presence is the dialogue between two desperate beings
← Aakriti Kuntal