What is beautiful here -
the sky is void,
the moon's craters are burial pits
the moon's craters are burial pits
flowers smell foul in hours
the earth is a graveyard of dreams.
And love a fresh wound
oozes out the soul drop by drop
sleepless nights choke the nerves
man unwishes life for relief.
Desires and dreams are whimpers
from the depth of seas and shark teeth.
He who thinks of peace turns into pieces
make my heart a steel box
let it not blip on hospital beds.
If I have years left
if my calendar still flaps
in the breath of your love,
If I have words on parchment
seal them in a dark closet
leave me blind in the deserts
to sing and relive my lost years.
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
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