Ratnesh

Shade on the widow

Ratan Chand ‘Ratnesh’

A stranger like bird

Has descended from the roof of the evening

On the tree of Amaltas

Just in front of the house

A vernal shade drops

From the body of the bird

Which is entangled coming on the window?

I want to see it by touching

But don’t know in which dilemma

I was involved

Think

Keep thinking

Before this

That I think some more

Something like positive

A child playing in the lane

Comes running

And catching the shade quietly

In his tender fingers

Flies it in the air

Like butterfly

In front of my eyes.

Mobile phone

Try to control

The world

Like an orange

A little flat round world

Pressing with the thumb

Turns into a slice.

Every slice full of juice

If is it sweet/

It seems so

The world

Has been slipping from the hand