Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 26 May 2024
Moments disperse
Walking away as swiftly as they came
Into the womb of oblivion
Like a river swollen with flood waters
You burst out into forgetfulness
There is so much memory one can hold
I run after shadows
Till all shadows converge in a black mass
Remembering I am a clock
I continue ticking waiting for bird cries.
