How to Leave Without Saying Goodbye
I’ve begun
to feel, if not
hope then what
comes just after—
or before—
Let’s not call it
regret, but
this weight,
or weightlessness,
or just
plain waiting.
The ice...
Breathless
(Delhi, April-May 2021)
My city’s rivers have dried, our fish choked.
Here, a funeral burning. The city
gasps for air. No ventilators, sorry. Die
outside hospitals, choking
for breath....
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