N. Mayurarooban

The path I walk on
Was torn by unburnable dark fences.
Each wound-filled space
Red-soaked memories are
Ants devouring them
Run and fall in a flurry.
The endless lines of the path
Crawling on every line as an epic poem
Are the red ants.
Unfading tear-dew
Drips from the dark fences.
In the emptiness of the wailing walls
The rustle of a tongue-cut lizard
Melts into nothingness.
Having become a memory bridge
From this land
I look at myself, where ants swarm in the wound-filled space.
Everywhere is the dark fence water
I melt into nothingness.
-N. Mayurarooban