Like a falling bird
Beyond the margins
Of the cracks in a broken sky
The shards prick and stab
When the day interrogates
What the night cannot reply
The mind sips from the spout
Whereas the shore denies
Even a drop to the parched mind
The beat skipped by a heart
When the dusk slips her hands
Into the grey pockets of twilight
As the night frisks an evening
With her chilled hands
Amidst the freezing dusk
What freezes inside is sheer pain
Even if it oozes out sometimes
The transparent drops camouflage
Within the layers of heedless smile
The words return from the caves
With a smothered echo
Like a seed sown outside furrow
The weed of a learned mind
The world beyond the margins
Noida
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