Moments drip as from a tap of memories

With a slack washer; the black-white of life

A chessboard, with quiet battles fought.

Soul kicks off chunk of my existence

Memories carted off by an animal's groans

Trundling, yet breathless inside, undulating,

Pulling, where I never wish to go again.

Joints knock joints; reminders of fewer and fewer

Sunrises, some lost before ---

Others elude, as I vainly try

Catching up with distances in dreams,

I let go.

Wounded fragrances tremble under this tattered flesh-cloak

And the urgency of the earth's turmoil in my bones

Screams are heard in wear and tear

Of todays and tomorrows,

And the whistling end of my breathing zones.

By Satabdi Saha

From: India

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