Three Sundays later, four
eyes are confronting eight
boxes, seven lids, or one
mynah is startled by glass.

Yesterday was moving
five years from floor
one to floor three.
A useful exercise.

And today, the morning
is nothing but leaves guessing
the shape of light.

How many corners?
A question followed
by another white night.

Then, simply looking,
or looking away.
No numbers, no pain


Originally appeared here :  The Four Quarters Magazine, India

Nominated by : Lisa Amsler

Comment: If we could catch breath by wings, we could surely tame this little wild thing brought to life by Sohini Basak, who’s coincidentally one of the two winners of RL POETRY AWARD 2013. I am surprised at Sohini’s control of imagery. Wish her the very best!



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