Sunday, 18 February 2024

The breath beneath

 


 

A capsized life and you thought

I had drowned in the murky waters

But life sprouted within demise

You sprinkle riches on the façade

While what is stony within is parched

Bereft of what supports the flora

But I remain deep deep enough

To feed my drowsy buds in cradle

Those who have played in coffins

Find some means forever to live.

 

Delhi

2122

23.17 hrs

18.2.24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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