Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 4 August 2024
From where I stand,
I see white horses running on water:
Face of each horse resembling a face
That resembles a face belonging to one of mine.
If you dream like me,
You will be passing a jungle
On back of a trotting white horse
With birds and bees circling around in company.
Buzzing in purest white voices,
A thousand faces of mine spring from mirror-
Birds and beasts, stars and streams aflutter
And each of my face resembles a face of yours.
