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Introduction to the Poet:

Amrutha Raj is a student of M. A. English Literature at Sree Sankara College, Kalady, Kerala. She tries to explore and talk about human conditions and emotions through poetic composition. Other than literature, the poet keeps a sense of admiration towards nature, music and almost all kinds of artistic performances.



Restless thin rods running over numbers

Rhythmically – ain’t time.

It flows with the breaths,

Walks with the steps,

And leaps with the mind at work.


Sometimes, a snail- paced driver

With a loner in the backseat;

Or Schumacher with his F1 haste –

Never going back to the finished laps.


The prompter of hesitant ‘hi’s

And gloomy ‘goodbye’s.

The planner of unplanned reunions.


The deceiver –

Prompting to procrastinate

In promise of infinite collection

Of infinities.



The healer of deep cut wounds

And maker of cross-knitted souls.


Time –

Whether a hero or a villain –

To be measured with old photographs

And new insights;

To be lived in that moment

Between fading lines and question marks.

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