Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 6 April 2025
In the party I saw a sad sad girl –
All alone to her self:
She was so lonely, so lonely,
That with crescendo of celebration,
She grew into a stilled monument
Of dark impregnable loneliness-
Only her eyes were set afire
With blazing flame of her soul,
In that mirror of light and longing,
I saw my image like a burnt firefly
Buried in cinders of her existence.
