Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 4 February 2024
Perhaps it is raining
Piercing the mist and dark
Through labyrinths of silence
With a grammar of cold
Clothed in philosophy of despair
Bereft of melody or dogma
Perhaps it is raining
In pools around your eyes
In monochrome of sadness
On pages of memories
On chest of ashen faced poverty
Like a cartographer in abyss
Perhaps it is raining
Perhaps it is raining.
