Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 9th July 2023
Time’s sharp edge cuts at you.
I have seen your blood flowing
In a silent gush of the last autumn.
There is a sacred pool of tears.
My lips hesitate to say its mind
All words of love die in my entrails.
Like a second hand I move without
My soul’s contribution to whole.
We look at each other helplessly
Like two birds eternally trapped
In two different cages of iron laws.
