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( votes)Villages Apart
written by: Thryaksha
He bent down low,
Placing his paper boat on the river.
He stood quietly, watching,
While the wind blew through his hair.
His only hope, she flowed,
His message to his lover,
Villages below, a girl waited,
Paper-white lighting her up.
She bent down low,
Picking the paper boat from the river,
Picking the paper rolled,
Smoothing it out.
A smile, a soft sigh,
She looked around, cautious,
But she was alone,
She read it to herself.
Clutching the paper,
She knew his words
Were his only music,
She’ll hear for a while.
But sitting by the rocks,
She closed her eyes,
Pretending, but hoping,
She could hear him strum.
Villages above, a boy stood,
Playing to the howling winds,
Pretending, but hoping,
She could hear him sing...
Thryaksha
Thryaksha Ashok Garla, an eighteen-year-old, has been writing since she was a little kid. She has a blog and an Instagram account with about 250 poems posted till date. She touches upon themes such as feminism, self-reliance, love and mostly writes blues. Her poems have been published in two issues of the 'Sparks' magazine, and in poetry anthologies such as ‘Efflorescence' of Chennai Poets’ Circle, 'The current', 'The Metverse Muse', 'Our Poetry Archive', 'Destine Literare', 'Untamed Thrills and Shrills', 'Float Poetry', and in the 'Setu e-magazine.' She won the first place in the poetry competition held by India Poetry Circle (2018) held in Odyssey. She's pursuing psychology. She's a voracious reader, a violinist, and dabbles in art.
Latest posts by Thryaksha (see all)
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