Nothing New Poem by swatee sripada

I wonder

why everything looks

so strange and so familiar

I know not this land where I breathed my first

But every nook and corner knocks my memory

With nebulous traces of unseen figures

With hazy colours of unknown paints

Every new word

when my tongue twisted and danced, faltered

Finally processed and filtered mastering it

The sound of the anklets of childhood

Tinkers and tinkers melodiously in my soul

Every place

When I step my unsteady feet on slithering land

Fear grips them then a release of sharp adventure

But finally every bit of the soil smells as if

I rolled and rolled there centuries before

Every part of life

Beckons me with umpteen number of names

Faces unseen look so close to my soul

Hostile and friendly feelings wrestle silently

Without any reason defeating my rational outlook

Even now

It seems nothing is new

This breath, this life and the forth coming

Unseen scene of future

Everything is foretasted

As I roll in different lives but the soul is one.


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