There is a special kind of poetry that finds the knot at the centre of the tangled mess of thoughts that lurk in our consciousness, just behind the locus of vision. The simple comfort of these poems, doused in self-awareness, transformative without being pedantic, tugs at this knot, creating music in the slow unravelling.
Listen to the pulse of Vikram Seth’s murmuring rhyme, ebbing and flowing like small waves licking the surface of a boat making its way through a contemplative river.
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