Priya Sarukkai Chabria,
Dialogue-2 - Poem by Priya Sarukkai Chabria,
Her friend says:
She went to meet her desire
that was vaster than the sky,
and covered ocean beds, wet.
She went to keep a pledge with herself
that was as small as the rice seedling
that grew green and sharp
on the flooded plain that inverted
the sky on its body.
She walks through the slush
of past seasons seeking a soil
in which to grow
while clutching a shoot of hope;
its pale root is flecked
my heart churns,
an earthworm in the mud.
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