Twilight: Mahapatra
Twilight by Jayanta Mahapatra
By
Bijay Kant Dubey
An orange flare
lights the pale panes of the hospital
in a final wish of daylight.
It's not yet dark.
In the children’s ward
under a mother's face
the dead, always so young.
Water startles in the river's throat.
Its cry:
a plea to share in its curse?
Somewhere, this twilight shall fall
and hide the whiteness of jasmines about to bloom.
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