Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: Jagari Mukherjee

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There are poems
Buried in me
Like seeds that will grow
Into trees
With forbidden fruit;
They are already sprouting
Taking deep, deep root
In the soul.

I cannot be
A dynamic whole
Unless I put pen to paper
And see with wonder
How the magic of creation
Flows
Out of the soul’s realms
Of chaos.

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