Lines enjambed on a summer afternoon

Lines enjambed on a summer afternoon

Sitting beside my broken window
With a Russian novel, like Doctor Zhivago
I look outside
To find strange birds
Singing on the trees.
I can not run towards them
As my feet are tied
Tightly by the wires
Of black headphones
Bought online.
The empty streets
Suddenly are filled
By Rimbauds and Foucaults
Kissing each other
Unafraid of the humans of this planet.

Sitting beside my broken window
With a Russian novel, like Doctor Zhivago
I look outside
To find
Weeds
Growing on green fields
Where children used to play
Once upon a time.
They don’t
And won’t
Come out of their houses now.
But Giants are coming out
To smash the walls.
They had promised to bring
The season of Spring

Soon…

Deepanjan Chhetri

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