Poem 16 (6.1)

 

Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 6, Number 1. May 2023. ISSN: 2581-7094


Search

--- Sharmila Ray

 

I am trying to find a piece of land

far away from the smell of

Temple

Church

Mosque

with a single green leaf and half

open flower with eyes mirroring

celestial shadow and teeth brushed

clean of stained frenzy,

smelling of nutmeg and peace.

 

But where do I start?

The centre is ever receding as one

twilight trail joins another,

leaving no trace, only the feel of

soft moss and crushed grain.

A sandpapered moon weakly casts

 shadow over quiet things.

 

Indeed!

 

But still I search

take another step.

For I firmly believe the land

is just about the corner-

virgin, housing unending light

in bright torrents.



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