Struck
amidst marshlands
The sinking
hour tugs down
Immobilized
like a prey
Slowly my
limbs surrender
I slide into
the claws of time
To slide slowly
into a new world
Where my
arms are tied by serpents
They hiss
and recoil with a vengeance
To retaliate
for a concocted wound
The snakes
are tied to stooping trees
While the
moon is a ravine orb tonight
Amidst a
silvery white night sky
Another time
when pain ought to be
Rather than
actually being felt
Oh ! The
pretence and propriety
While the
day had a dim blue sun
Amidst a
dazzling golden sky .
The tribe
weaves a song Amidst the wood
Much to the
chagrin of my fetters
They tighten
the noose to crush my arms
Whipped by
another hissing lash
Till venom
runs through my pores
The feet bleed
with excruciating pain
While tears whisper over tilted head
The rivulet flows
towards the peak
Such is the state
of mind
When the hour
is spent in concern.
Delhi
23.48 hrs
5.5.24
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