{"id":8692,"date":"2024-09-25T17:41:28","date_gmt":"2024-09-25T17:41:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/?p=8692"},"modified":"2024-09-25T18:12:49","modified_gmt":"2024-09-25T18:12:49","slug":"supposition-poem-by-debashish-haar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/supposition-poem-by-debashish-haar\/","title":{"rendered":"Supposition. Poem by Debashish Haar"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>\r\nWhat if the world began\r\nnot with the fiery birth\r\nof stars, nor the silent shift\r\nof oceans on stony shores,\r\nbut with the whisper of wings,\r\nthe soft breath of a creature\r\non the verge of being?\r\n\r\nWhat if creation itself\r\nwas less a burst of brilliance,\r\nmore a slow unfurling\r\nof the hidden and the unseen,\r\nlike the opening of a hand\r\nor the gentle turn of a face\r\ntowards the light?\r\n\r\nWould we then see the world\r\nnot as a place of boundaries,\r\nbut as a field of whispers,\r\neach breath, each sigh,\r\na part of the unending story,\r\nthe quiet song of what it means\r\nto be alive?<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/edge-a-poem-by-debashish-haar\/img_20180826_122554\/#main\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-6591\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-6591\" src=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/IMG_20180826_122554-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/IMG_20180826_122554-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.artvilla.com\/plt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/09\/IMG_20180826_122554-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>Debashish Haar <\/strong>is a machine learning scientist, who has been published in literary magazines several<br \/>\ntimes across the globe, including Poetry Life &amp; Times, where he was interviewed twice.<br \/>\nHe is currently contending with a severe writer&#8217;s block spanning a decade, when he has hardly<br \/>\nproduced any publishable content. He is also losing emotional connection with his own work<br \/>\ngradually, and spends more time to edit\/tighten his old poems than creating any new content.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-socializer wpsr-share-icons\" data-lg-action=\"show\" data-sm-action=\"show\" data-sm-width=\"768\"><h3>Share and Enjoy !<\/h3><div class=\"wpsr-si-inner\"><div class=\"wpsr-counter wpsrc-sz-40px\" style=\"color:#000\"><span class=\"scount\" data-wpsrs=\"\" data-wpsrs-svcs=\"pinterest,print,pdf,twitter\"><i class=\"fa fa-share-alt\" aria-hidden=\"true\"><\/i><\/span><small class=\"stext\">Shares<\/small><\/div><div class=\"socializer sr-popup sr-count-1 sr-40px sr-pad\"><span class=\"sr-pinterest\"><a data-pin-custom=\"true\" data-id=\"pinterest\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.pinterest.com\/pin\/create\/button\/?url=&amp;media=&amp;description=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Submit this to Pinterest\"><i class=\"fab fa-pinterest\"><\/i><span class=\"ctext\" data-wpsrs=\"\" data-wpsrs-svcs=\"pinterest\"><\/span><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-print\"><a data-id=\"print\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.printfriendly.com\/print?url=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Print this article \"><i class=\"fa fa-print\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-pdf\"><a data-id=\"pdf\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.printfriendly.com\/print?url=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Convert to PDF\"><i class=\"fa fa-file-pdf\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-twitter\"><a data-id=\"twitter\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?text=%20-%20%20\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Tweet this !\"><i class=\"fab fa-twitter\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-share-menu\"><a href=\"#\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"More share links\" style=\"color:#ffffff;\" data-metadata=\"{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;excerpt&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;image&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;short-url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;rss-url&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.artvilla.com\\\/plt\\\/feed\\\/&quot;,&quot;comments-section&quot;:&quot;comments&quot;,&quot;raw-url&quot;:null,&quot;twitter-username&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-id&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-secret&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\"><i class=\"fa fa-plus\"><\/i><\/a><\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"wp-socializer wpsr-share-icons\" data-lg-action=\"show\" data-sm-action=\"show\" data-sm-width=\"768\"><div class=\"wpsr-si-inner\"><div class=\"socializer sr-popup sr-32px sr-pad\"><span class=\"sr-facebook\"><a data-id=\"facebook\" style=\"background-color:#1e73be;color:#8224e3;\" rel=\"nofollow\" href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/share.php?u=\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Share this on Facebook\"><i class=\"fab fa-facebook-f\"><\/i><\/a><\/span>\n<span class=\"sr-share-menu\"><a href=\"#\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"More share links\" style=\"background-color:#1e73be;color:#8224e3;\" data-metadata=\"{&quot;url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;excerpt&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;image&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;short-url&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;rss-url&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/www.artvilla.com\\\/plt\\\/feed\\\/&quot;,&quot;comments-section&quot;:&quot;comments&quot;,&quot;raw-url&quot;:null,&quot;twitter-username&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-id&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;fb-app-secret&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\"><i class=\"fa fa-plus\"><\/i><\/a><\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What if the world began not with the fiery birth of stars, nor the silent shift of oceans on stony shores, but with the whisper of wings, the soft breath of a creature on the verge of being? 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