The appreciation
The disdain of a scorching sun
Amidst prolonged summer dazzle
Reciprocated hostility and heat
Presuming a prolonged presence
Hence the search for a shade
For the sun fails to fade ..
Then the dark gropes
Falters and falls on beaten paths
Stretches to clutch on to handles
The hopeful thoughts of bright mind
Step by step the stammering breath
The vicious loop of encircling ideas
With no fresh notion for respite ..
Then a glimmer in the unlit self
Flickering in the unrelenting wind
Like the flutter of a losing flag
That fails to surrender amidst debris
Of the shattered and beaten battalions
One last sepoy holds his post
And refuses to kneel amidst disaster.
Such is the influence of moon tonight
His sight assures amidst anxiety
Like the door of our parents’ room
We leapt to touch in the night
Across the dreadful passage
That invoked no fear during the day
Strangely faces and spirits erupted in dark
Such is the moon tonight..
But it is only a faint reflection
Of the dazzle I kept within
When it scorched outside.
Delhi
2039
11.55 hrs
8.1.23
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