Wednesday, 20 September 2023

The hung life

 


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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