Reviewing a collection of poems is not an easy task. Many poets request not to edit poetry because what they write comes from their heart, and the language of the heart doesn’t usually have grammar or even rhythm, it just comes. And, more than any other genre, the poem is completed only by how the reader understands it. Be it beauty or depth, the interpretation of poetry is, in the end, different to each person who reads it. Maaya Dev’s collection of sixty poems is no exception to that, for some poems even read differently when I read them again. To choose a few favorites from that many poems is not that easy for me. But I shall try.