Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 30 April 2023
My poet – is he gone?
Am I left all alone?
My readers – are they gone?
Am I left all alone?
My species – are they all gone?
Am I left all alone?
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Give me the bones of beauty
And the blood of despair
Last leaf of last autumn
Fossils of last ray of sunshine
I shall build a new kingdom
I have my breathing shadow
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A reflection mocking me
To rise from my silent stupor
A soul with eternity growing
In the dark folds of my womb
Memories rippling to vastitude
A history in mind looming large
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O’ mirror, my love, my last hope
Take me in your arms
Softly softly in your tender hands
Have mercy I am the brittle one
A poem is kicking inside me
Let it come, let it come
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Let it come, let it come
As a swift blooming dale
Sweeping you like a last lover
As shadow of moon
Makes you two to tango
Till eternity’s last hurrah!!
