Pallavi Datta Portfolios

Art

I walk through my roots,

the earthen path uneven beneath my feet,

and the steamy air caressing my cheek.

The streets of Kolkata pulse with energy, ebbing and flowing

with the syncopated rhythm of a city

that runs on its own schedule.

If we sifted through the faded dust of our ancient past

in the long-lost fact and fiction blurred into folklore,

we might see how we built castles made of sand,

waiting to be washed away by the sea of time,

daring to defy our destiny, choosing to overlook our fate of oblivion

relentless, resilient, resolute