Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 18 August 2024
Black moon slides
Casting white shadows
On our eyes
Everything is
so beautiful- almost at
A distance of touch
Chest of moon
Stands deserted as
An old mother’s bosom
Drunken revellers
Splash golden waters
Of a river of glory
One who sees tears
In eyes of moon
Prefers light of dark
His eyes reflecting
Dark melancholy
Of a lone wolf of Alps
In silence, in protest,
Howls the misery of miles
Between us
