Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 16 April 2023
I see a child
Running after a blue balloon
A fast learner
He will soon find his illusion
In childhood
I was chasing grasshoppers
Little creatures
Swayed by the lure of green
Now I am imprisoned
Within a grand garish illusion
And from window
I see a child laughing guts out
Running behind
Butter wings of a black monarch
As I stretch my hands
Beyond my window to touch him
On my shadow
Swiftly falls the warm shadow
Of a running reality
Like the quicksand limbs of life
