Devika Basu

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The Touch

Last night I woke up
to a dream. Foam in the sea
trying to catch time
in myriad forms;
my limbs drenched in waves
my hands outstretched.

A dream touching
the timeless

Alone

The street lights greet me in benevolence
when I look at the night
with a watchman’s eye.
Traffic pauses to think

how busy the road is,
and I become free to walk on alone.

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is a high school English teacher, who loves to dwell in the world of poetry. She picks up words from life and has authored three full-length poetry books; her poetic self cries for emancipation.

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