Sunday, August 18, 2019

Two Mournings


Snail's tears...
a trifle,
weighed against
the sea of blood.


Snail's dreams,
asinine...under
a firmament of its
own making. Coils and coils
of sleep, adding up
to nothingness.


For what matter a tear
in the snail's shell,
when the sky
is falling on us?


Anirban Kapil Baishya (August 18, 2019)

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