Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 30 June 2024
O’ June, as you disappear into dark memory,
You leave a trail of unexpected tears in torrents –
Wailing, bidding goodbye with a knot in heart
Sky has shrunken to the earth
Touching the diabolical edges of pine cones
Shrivelled hairs of a lady sway
Soft winds blow away traces of things mundane
Someone in labour pain pierces the night
May be July is coming
Her body muddied with earth
Tears of June all o’er her like masseur’s oil
Who will lick her cleansing her of all memories?
