Her eye brow

 

The open port awaits

The siren on the mast

She corrodes and awaits

The eventual delta of life

With an eyebrow that is open

For several days now

While one half of her

Is intangible and lost

Time has gnawed into her

And demands to give way

On the restless port

While we who have forever

Challenged the sea and braved the tides

When engulfed in her arms

Now stare at the listless bubbles

Then she sinks in the time

We lose and are lost

Her eyebrow is open

Still in the constellation of time.

 

Delhi.

2076

13.48 hrs

16.7.23