Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 1st October 2023
From shadows crouched
Under millennial whispers of
A mother like forest compassionate
A little child amazes herself
Looking at the ripeness of heaven
Hanging like emerald light of the sky
My fruits of fate – Keep me awake
In lap of stardust of happiness
And through vastitude of emptiness
Shadows rise and pierce the souls
Of leaves and numb the wings of
Philosopher birds misted in grey white
Little child hums a song to herself
Fiercely gallant in a spirit of the nature
Her mind untouched by ghosts
I stand separated from her through
The maze of memory clouding my mind
Darkness too stark in my heart
I beseech the Gods to be that little child
Partaking nature as pure gifts
Unaware of the fruits of sorrow
Let the young leaves of spring eternal
Speak to my soul dipped in ink of autumn
I am the moon child bathed in gold
