Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 22 September 2024
In the bazaar of dreams and illusions,
A father has purchased a whistle toy for his kid,
On the street of nocturne in dark shadows,
He is blowing the whistle like a happy kid,
Along side him, another kid is dancing joyously,
But that man doesn’t have any kids,
And that dancing kid has no father of his own,
Yet they are blooming like magnolias in moonlight.
