Circle
I stood at the center and
Started to draw a circle,
Moving along a circular track with my moon
That grew from half to full, day by day.
And everything that was muddled with
The smoke from the pyre of dead fishes
That used to play in the turbid water, stored inside that circle, is
Clear again in that full moon.
Copyright © Anupam Naskar | Year Posted 2020
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