Chittaranjan Dash, Delhi, 13 April 2025
Wingless bird, remember-
Sky is nothing but an endless abyss.
Like you, time has a mirror –
To suffer the inheritance of memory.
In the distance, goes spring-
A note of melancholy remains in heart.
I am condemned to myself-
Like a pendulum, I travel my memory.
Beyond mirror – unknowable –
A shadow of emptiness cradles you.
