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1
Every morning,
every evening,
I stand like this
in a garden or an open field.
I widen my eyes
and simply watch.
Light chases darkness,
darkness chases light
they tag each other,
passing the kho.
Time itself
is playing kho-kho
The game is endless.
In a game without an ending,
there is no victory or defeat.
I stand alone,
inside myself,
feeling my way
through joy and sorrow.
2
All night long
the rain fell softly,
as if it rained
and yet did not.
Morning arrives blurred, muted.
The sun, imprisoned
in a cage of clouds,
looks heavy.
My eyes
that bloomed like flowers
to welcome the day
stand suspended
between wetness and dryness.
Between darkness and light
they search for new paths.
I know this much:
cages and prisons
never last forever.
In poetry,
new feet will form,
new word-images will rise.
In life,
new truths
will reveal themselves.
3
Parched by summer heat,
its moisture dried away,
the thirsty earth
fluttered like a thin membrane.
Just four raindrops
that fell last night—
and it shivered with delight,
spread its arms wide,
welcomed them,
embraced them.
Dry grass, brittle twigs, tired leaves
soaked themselves in joy,
dancing in happiness.
The earth
became a peacock’s eye,
and danced.
For just four drops,
the earth gave away
all its wealth
and made the world dawn again.
Yes—like me,
this earth too
is easily pleased.
4
From the moment my eyes open
till they close,
my breath carries me—
this is an unbroken journey.
I am not afraid
of losing my way.
My sorrows
light my path.
My defeats
lay down new roads.
I do not fear
that my paths will vanish.
Not only highways—
even footpaths
lead to destinations.
Night ends,
peeling away layers of darkness,
and dawn arrives.
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