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Deep in the Stillness

He threw me away
like a clod of earth.
He didn't know
I was a thing with a soul.
He didn't know
I was alive.

He kept on throwing me
like a clod of earth
out of his way -
onto that neglected path
that happened to be mine.
And so I kept travelling
along my own way.
Each time some fragment broke off -
some infatuation, some addiction to happiness,
some earthly hope,
some dream squandered on man.
Each time some fragment of my being
would break off.
And now it was my turn.
The world was already left behind -
like a desert in a sandstorm,
like an ocean in a hurricane,
like a desolate city.
Man, step by step descending,
was already left behind.
And now it was my turn.
Standing on the last patch of earth
I gathered myself into a whole thing
and hurled myself into the stillness.
This was my silence -
pervasive and expansive.
Now the world was either a dream
or a sea-flower
imagined at the end of the ocean.
Deep in the stillness.
Only the sound of my footsteps.

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Comments (6)

Brook Kemp

Seems as a mystification at first, but then I grasp the essence. As an essaywriter I’m familiar with the style. Then, I again try to look at it as a poem, not a text of a simple paper. Thanks.

Devi Nangrani

The author successfully takes the reader along in the journey with her…good

Lalita Agashe

Wow! Salute to the great heights of spiritual journey reached by the poet ! Thanks for making the poem available in the Hindi/Devnagri script!

Sanjeev Kumar

I like….....Amrita Bharti poets…..

           Sannate se dur tak…..

Fawzi

This poem is beautiful, and the translation is wonderful.

s reed

Some of my students thought she was writing about rejecting God, not about a relationship.  This is a very powerful poem.

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