Ebb by Sneha Subramanian Kanta

my heart i did slay
in mortal hands;
impoverished it was
as summer passed.
winter was steadfast
to allure vacancy,
closer to the ether
i lay distraught,
enslaved.
burnt leaves spread over
lanes, smoke fumes
were its memory.
i saw the self everywhere
heaps of leaves, the air
my heart wept without
tears on the brow,
emptied only to replenish again.

sneha-subramanian-kanta
Poetry editor for her university magazine INK and a GREAT scholarship awardee, Sneha Subramanian Kanta is pursuing her second postgraduate degree in literature at Plymouth, United Kingdom. Her work has appeared or is to appear in moongarlic (Stoke-upon-Trent, UK), The Rain, Party & Disaster Society (USA) and in poetry anthologies such as Dance of the Peacock (Hidden Brook Press, Canada), Suvarnarekha (The Poetry Society of India, India) and elsewhere.
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