ArunDitha (b. 1988)

SELECTED POEMS

Twisted Roots

The twisted root of my heart
is sprouting fern,
uncoiling; palms opening in surrender.
The knots are still there underneath,
falling apart, keeping together.

The dirt in my belly stirs,
fertile and full of worms

though I am not of this earth.

Shake me from sleep
into a quiet glasshouse.

Take me away from my
self, to a nameless garden.

There I will forgive
every time your eyes saw me

but I was not there.

by ArunDitha
first published in adda (2017)

 

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