In a world of happenings
not happening too is an event
blank as space between seconds
dumb as the moon behind clouds
like silence where nothing happens.
But the world moves, the earth
moves without betraying motion
as water flows in a stream
without identity or presence
I too move up and down
with swollen ankle, but reach nowhere.
When flowers bloom stars fade
when stars dazzle the nightqueen
awakens my dead stasis
this is my state and
I merely watch my non event.
Sabita Sahu
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