Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 25 December 2022
What we must survive is
The intangible creature –
A pervasive shadow on us
Threatening to unleash
A fear psychosis as cancer.
Of being left all alone
And the curse of cold rain
Of absurdity lashing o’er us.
Love is nothing my friend
But an antidote to a malaise.
Of finding meanings and
A gregarious carnival –
To cover our helpless nudity
To hide bruises and blood.
An eternal inheritance of
Loss, pain and a dark mirror.
