Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 11 December 2022
It was was darkly dark
By God so darked dark
What a fool I was was
To not took refuge
In love in capitulation
In things of passion
I did not kissed her
I did not held her hands
I did not embraced her
I did not tingled her
Bruised by passed past
My mind is still there
Caught in past of past
A gone dark where
Still lingered my mind
Chained to a kiss of past
Struck by a lightning past
A whirlwind of onion past
Consumed by a regression
Into past ad infinitum.
