Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 25 May 2025
On the busy street
I walk keeping my life in a shell as if it were
About to be snatched away by a terror-
By some terrible destiny masking as a shadow
Perhaps it’s too boring to repeat the lessons
I will go to a cathedral and lie in my confessions-
Well may be half lie only out of inertia
And may be I will pray for others only
Someone has stolen all your words
Even your thoughts are getting snatched
In silence, you turn into a nameless boat
A dark something in belly of the insignificance
That fragment of light
A smiling face greeting you like a flower
Breaking the cocoon of steel cold anonymity
And you see a bird waltzing alone in the sky.
