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-         Nandini Sahu (India)


You dictate me the poetic lines in absentia

I am just the amanuensis to write your poems.

You call me ‘word-wizard’, but you are the art of wizardry.


The moon may teach you, it’s fine to go through phases.

And the sun says, no matter how many times

you go downcast, keep rising in the sundry.


One has to consider the kind of silence one follows.

If you don’t understand my silence, how do you claim

to understand my words who are free birds that fly?


Silence is to the spirit what sleep is to the body.

Silence is healing. Right tongue comes out of silence

and right silence comes out of speech, you know why?


Silence is an ocean, speech is a river.

Meaningful silence is juxtaposed with hollow words.

Silence is the language to encounter divine.


Love, my silence is better than proving a point at this point.

The quieter I become, the better you can hear.

My fluency in silence can sort out our subsists.


In any case, you must win, I prefer to lose.

If you win, you are the conqueror; if you lose, you still are the captor.

In any case, my love, you win, silence wins.