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May 30, 2021
What was the first poem that you ever learnt? This week marks the fourth anniversary of my mother’s death and, for some reason, it has brought to mind poems that she loved and that I shared with her as a child. There is something strangely powerful, evocative, perhaps even reassuring, about rhythm and rhymes. Sometimes, it might be, that the rhymes become the reason. Journal entry : “28th May, Friday We’re together again, Hands deep in soil. Planting seedlings Nurturing the earth, Coaxing life. ...