The collyrium in my eyes
wrought magic
the sky settled
on the green valley
rotten mangoes flew up
the law of motion inverted
I waited to catch them
nothing fell
the sky disappeared.
I washed off the collyrium
the house returned
the street city
the cartographers world
crowded me from all sides
screams of horror
shouts for help
the familiar reality of life
all returned in horse haze.
But when I looked up
the sky was not there
a blank void
stared at me
with baleful eyes.
Sabita Sahu
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