An uprooted shoulder
Entwined in a rope by a knot
That overhangs the cliff
A soaring canopy atop a brook
The body hangs in hope
Aching sinews and ruptured ligaments
Assure with painful numbness
While climbing up is improbable
Owing to yawning wounds on arms
Often the droplets collect with sweat
The brook leaps skyward
When the drops are sown in her furrows
Now the sun pulls the pillow of peak
And plunges his face into dark satin
The vultures spiral overhead
They can sense their chunk tonight
But I hang in alive , still alive !
Delhi
2095
20.9.23
23.49 hrs
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