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.
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.