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  • Nandini Sengupta

A Poem

Words convulse

emotions digress,

we are at loss, as

how far to progress--

at times it feels like

stopping here

at times meandering ways,

at times it's ponderous,

at times idioms fail.

A poem delves deep enough,

the only medium I relate

I never know its origin

and where it escapes--

in a trance or in senses

in real or in fiction,

truth or the facade

it takes me to realms

of dreamlike imagination,

a source of seamless digression.

Into the recess, out of the closet

it seems at times

to play in the midst:

a deliverance of emotions,

a repertoire of memories,

spilling in excess.

has always been a Saviour

in the weather of Life

when all appear

meaningless and dry...

By Nandini Sengupta


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