Sukh Ko Bhi Dukh Hota Hai

If Shrutis poetry were personified, it would appear like a woman surrounded by raw wood smoke, blowing the dying hearth of life with all her might. Sometimes she leans here, sometimes theresometimes from one pole, sometimes from the otherand finally, her bellows see the fire rising upward, emerging from between the poles. Not in this extreme, not in that, but in the perfect vision of Buddha and Gandhi: Be extra generous to those who have hurt you, Whenever I meet myself, dont lower your eyes, Whenever letting go is easiest, hold it back, Swallow bitter words like a fever pillmany such authentic sayings can be found in this collection, proving her belief in personal morality and her keen understanding that any lasting environmental change is impossible without initiating behavioral change within herself. Without this subtle perfection of wisdom, the profound truths of life remain unnoticedlike the mothers womb and the roots of a tree. The poet has no faith in the change that occurs on December 32nd, or in the change that never happens again, or in the change that the regulator modulates the weather. He is surprised to see that the world has ceased to be amazed, while for him the process of learning from natures silent sounds never ends. That is why the entire earth is a love letter to him. The restraint of speech and the intertextual dialogues with some famous poems give this collection a distinct spark. -Anamika