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One is amazed by the simplicity of language she employs. There are very rare moments of outburst. Mostly, the poems are subtle to the extreme. The language is guarded and even anger is controlled. Words are pruned to their essence, like minimal flowers arranged in a vase. Gaudiness in expression is totally avoided.

'In this chronicle of love pursued and subsequently lost, Priyasi (Preeti Singh) wades through much traveled waters. But it's probably the freshness of feeling that comes with each line, the pain and the unending emotions, that stay in your mind, much after you've finished the book.'

_Femina


‘Simantini (Boundless) by Priyasi (PreetiSingh) published by Minerva Press landed on my table a few days ago. I read the first poem, then the second, the third and then the entire collection.'

_Khushwant Singh


‘A prolific collection of heart-rending verses. The poems are sensitive and simple. The singular achievement of the tract is the poet's sincerity of feeling.'

_Hindustan Times


Going through the poems of Priyasi (Preeti Singh), one feels elated to find that she has made skepticism the means of revealing the subtleties of female psychology which make the poems interesting and fascinating. The poetess uses very simple language to exhibit her dexterity and leaves an indelible mark of her sheer intellect.

_National Herald

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Thursday, 21 March 2019

SOLDIER

you burden the soldier
with your expectations
you want him to win a war
in which you will never go
you want him to give his life
while your blood will never flow
you will thump your chest
and howl battle cries
for him to return in a body bag
and you forget him pretty soon





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Thursday, 14 March 2019

CIRCUMFERENCE


You built walls 
The domestic ones
And found everything within
Your world, your life
Your purpose within
The family was precious
Yours that is
What lay beyond
Did not matter
The empty bowls
The festering wounds
The blown limbs
The body bags
Was not seen
The ghettos
The tear stains unnoticed
The million faces
The million bruises
Were only sights
To be seen
Through your window panes

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