Poetry with Prakriti – An Experience worth sharing ✨

Today felt like one of those rare days that quietly stay with us. We had a poet meet organised by the Prakriti Foundation, where three poets were introduced to us each bringing a different world, a different rhythm, and a different way of seeing life through words. What followed was not just a session of readings, but an experience that woke up the entire classroom.

Dibyajyoti Sarma: 

The first poet introduced was Dibyajyoti Sarma, a teacher, journalist, copy editor and writer.

One of the poems he read, “Things You Can Do with Your Lover’s Wedding Card”, instantly transformed the atmosphere of the class. It was sharp, playful, and painfully funny. The kind of poem that doesn’t ask for attention.. it demands it.

The classroom, which usually survives on the sleepy silence, suddenly erupted into laughter. That poem alone made the session lively, proving how poetry doesn’t always have to be heavy to be powerful.

Gayatri Majumdar: 

Next came Gayatri Majumdar, whose poems carried a quiet intensity. She read “The Last of the Earth”, a poem that lingered in my mind long after it ended impressed by the choice of words.

But the poem that truly stayed with me was “Taking Off at Indian Airports”. The way she compared physical baggage to emotional baggage was deeply moving. Airports suddenly didn’t feel like transit spaces anymore they felt like emotional thresholds. It was one of the best poems she read from her collection, and I found myself loving every metaphor she unfolded.

Shripad Sinnakaar:

The third poet introduced to us was Shripad Sinnakaar. He spoke about his inspirations, especially Toni Morrison, and shared insights into Dalit writing and history. His discussion opened up important conversations about literature, identity, and lived experiences, making the session richer and more thought-provoking 

After the readings and interactions, the poets asked a simple question:

“Are there people here who write poems?”

I know that I write. But at that moment, it wasn’t just knowledge... it was something visible, a kind of gleam in my eyes. My friends noticed it before I could even react. They started pushing me forward, calling out my name, and before hesitation could stop me, I raised my hand.

They called me to the front.

I chose the first poem from my poetry collection, “Incomplete 99”, and read it aloud. The poem spoke about a girl and a boy in love.. how the girl put in a lot of effort while the boy never really did. As I read, I heard something I hadn’t expected but deeply loved: laughter. My poem connected with my classmates.

One of the poets complimented the poem and jokingly added that the boy in it sounded like a red flag. I laughed, thanked him, and felt strangely light in that moment.

Gratitude, Warmth, and Quiet Pride. 😅

After the session, many of my friends congratulated me. Their words, their excitement, and their support lifted my mood immensely. I felt seen, encouraged, and happy in a very quiet, steady way. I may not be able to mention all their names, but every congratulation found its place in my heart.

This blog is also a note of gratitude.

To the poets who shared their work with us.

To the Prakriti Foundation for making this meeting possible.

And most importantly, to my friends.. who believed in me enough to push me forward when I hesitated.

Today, poetry didn’t remain on paper.

It spoke, laughed, and connected us.

And for that, I’m grateful 🤍✨