Painless Pain
/The overhead wires
stitch-up blue miles,
helpless distances are embroidered nice
in fond stitches of freedom.
Happiness, - a kite
detached from flight
drops levitating
through luxurious emptiness.
The criss-cross wires
cut the moon
into jigsaw pieces of puzzle
treasuring solitude.
The truest lie, immortal,
charms the fabulous void.
The captive,
held in lifelong imprisonment,
had a nickname once.
Now he is forbidden
to look at the sky, -
a perpetual agony
cries without a cry.
Decades back
he had impregnated the moon.
Now the precious nothingness
surrounds him like a boon.
He wonders if the moon
had delivered another moon,
during that pink monsoon.
By Kakoli Ghosh
From: India
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