Naked

To be naked no mirrors are necessary
The past opens like a fable once the mind is touched
Even the doves alight as memories, flutter

Tainting the city of regrets with shadows

Elsewhere windows open and your mother’s voice calls
Her each syllable logs in limbo as a future poem
And in your palms, as a lover dissolves into a warm sleep

You are undressed into a further nudity

Meanwhile every country divides you into names and ages
The brilliance of old dreams rests as fallen leaves
A changing sky, showing missed seasons, turns cold

As doves, returning from abroad,
bring gifts and cologne for the soul


– opening line is the ending of a poem by Dilip Chitre, from the series Travelling in a Cage

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