XXVII. I know the tastes of the moon | Postcards from Kandbari

Neither it is bitter when surrounded by scurrilous clouds -
those floating fluffs of water.

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Moon is not sour when
half-bred like a snake-like scythe,
it looks into the lurid
lives of lonesome lovers
and the eyes
of bereaved beloveds
and saddens them
into reveries of quiet
eudaimonia.

……

Moon is not sweet
when like an overblown bulb,
like a ginormous golden globe
of cooled up sun, it transcribes
the quiet mountains of
Kandbari,

and the plaintive
plains of noisy Delhi
at the same time
and connects
two separated souls —
wearing out gluey time
away from each other,
tastelessly.

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