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B. C. Ramachandra Sharma
Let My Silence Break
You came in like a new unknown
into a sum and upset my reckoning.
And now I know that the centre
will not hold unless the circle
expands to take you in. Lifting
winter's curse, you gave me a gift
of green. And, breaking out
of the common cloud, you touched it
with colour and grace.
Enter, O world, like the wand
that churned the depths of the sea.
I wait in heat. Break the door
and rush in to hold me tight.
Let the womb grasp as I gasp
and let my silence break.
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