Poem - The Odd Me, Poetess - Naheed Akhtar
The Odd Me
Naheed Akhtar
I stand firm, on the same
Paths that carpet frictions of all sort
Beneath my feet,
Fumbled, rippled, the feet stumble
I buy flowers for myself
Plunging out of the tornado,
Squeaking as a lark was
My passion though
To kiss the wave
My musing used to be
When all know
Even the giant Earth balances, depending
Herself upon the forces equal
The centrifugal and the centripetal, as
The underlying rigidity will collapse her
If one force gets less
A million of millions micro joule
But, the tiny me, with tough my elements
Grips the ground
That has no gravity
About the Poetess:
Naheed Akhtar, an Assistant Professor of English and PhD scholar in ELT, is a bilingual poet based in Hyderabad, India. She has authored five poetry collections: Phantasms of My Heart, The Earth's Love, The Morphine, and Beyond the Clouds. Her latest book, Let the Womb Hold and Other Poems, is published by Virasat Art Publication. Her work appears in national and international magazines, and she actively participates in Urdu Mushairas. She has been featured at literary festivals, including the Sahitya Akademi’s Festival of Letters and the Kolkata Book Fair.
Swapner Vela Sahitya Patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine) is a Bilingual magazine in which Bengali and English literature are published from Aurangabad, MSD, W.B. Editor - Md Ejaj Ahamed
Swapner Vela Sahitya Patrika (The Raft of Dreams Literary Magazine) is a Bilingual magazine in which Bengali and English literature are published by Md Ejaj Ahamed from Aurangabad, Murshidabad, W. B, India
