Ruins, poetry by Raja Chakraborty at
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written by: Raja Chakraborty


here I stand
amongst ruins of
roasted chestnuts
summer has eaten

a squirrel peeps
in memory
of lost kernels
fleet-footed, wide-eyed
up on hind legs
surveying the emptiness

dried leaves, red soil
scurrying ants-
busybodies searching
for remnants
pods and evergreens
in slow decay, rotting

then there was
this kite
circling high above
choosing between the
squirrel and me

for there was
nothing but leftovers
of green flesh
burning to ashes in
summer’s avaricious belly

dead rivers wept stones
hollow clouds hung
lazy in an aging sky

I with sad cicadas and
a handful of sacred snow
from a malnourished
iceberg dreamt of
unending rains

to breathe life
to live again

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