The sun gets away with murder
Every day it decimates
from every life
one more day
And even as humanity watches
whole ages are butchered away
We have a choice though –
We can recoil
from the butchered pieces
of our existence
Throw them away in disgust
or fear
Or we can roast them slowly –
make of them kebobs –
to accompany
this cocktail of breaths
gulped one after another,
that we call life.
![Artwork by Jasjyoti Singh Hans](https://sc0.blr1.digitaloceanspaces.com/inline/825363-fkrwhwmmwj-1483177301.jpg)
Translated from the original by Manjul Bajaj.
This selection is curated by Rohini Kejriwal. She also curates The Alipore Post, a daily newsletter stemming from a love of art, poetry, music, and all things beautiful.