In Pieces of Poetry
I write with those little pieces of confinement
I have in me.
I write with those precious belongings of the memories I have kept embedded.
I write like that tiny bird building its nest with immense care and love.
I write words linked with the verses of my previous self.
I write with the imperfections I had always cursed myself for,
For not being able to put my pieces into places every time,
For not loving less than my entire existence.
I have written less but felt more.
I have thought more than destruction.
I look into myself and feel nothing but harmony of empathy.
I search for similarities but get empowered with the folds of restraint.
I write with fear and faith.
- Swagata Lakshmi Das
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