We can’t stop the diurnal motion
let the earth move on its own axis
let the sun rise, moon shine
washing away all profane and divine.
If the day bites or the snake chases
the gun is ready but
my
trigger finger needs a bandage.
Motion cannot be stopped
life will move from kitchen to store
searching for more
of breath, appetite and desire –
which will never stop by ordinances
like the earth and air.
Why bother then what happens
smile if it comes on a plate
smelling sweet
protest if the summer heat
makes your sweat
spoil your new dress
let all feelings come
pain, pleasure, joy happiness
sorrow agony accept all
as the earth has accepted her punishment
to move and move and move
like the shadow of Sisyphus
in romantic undulations.
Sabita Sahu
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