On A Resolute Land.... Poem by Shivapriya Surve

Let the barren space grown between us
grow weeds…
…let the humming bird suffer a paralysed note,
Let the seasons of past glory mock me in this oblong, dismal hour,
….but I won’t utter a word.

What time is it, what planet, what tide?
…let all queries ooze out like fresh red blood
thick from a thorny wound….

I’ll lie nestled in my mind’s cave
where no fresh rays reach me
and no darkness is jagged enough to penetrate me…
let the cuckoo come calling….
still, I won’t utter a word.