A poem by Naheed Akhtar
Toughest Melancholia had
Hit her harder
All the ways
No exception
No consolation
And rejection had defaulted
Dejection...
Thereupon, as if a tale told
Harmonized algorithm in
Hallucinations, illusions
Turning into an ultimate hegemony
Over and around her soul
Keeping it enlivened
In her own words
She registered a note to him
On the sands....near the banks
Where the Horizons meet, making
One read it even in the Sky
So loud and clear
As if a screen
With the images.
As fast as she had been drowning
He emerged from nowhere
Just to make her open her eyes in the water
Recommending the soft touch of seaweeds
The tiny ones
That stood standstill
Under the ferocious
Crests and Troughs
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