Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 29 January 2023
Life is slipping away,
Away from us
Silently, surreptitiously
We are too busy
Too busy to notice
Death eating us all
Every second
Something disappears
An intangible tangibility
Wriggles out
From core of our being
Even an alert man
Does not notice
May be it is our design
To feign grand ignorance
Of the inevitability
To indulge in
Our little games
To prolong numbness
Anaesthetising
Mind and soul
From killer existence
