Satya Sanjivan Nayak
Dancing, Silhouette and I,
In venal volition garble the limbs
To the deferral of Absence.
In a precarious crunch,
Spurring, Silhouette and I,
Sink and imbibe late
The cups of despondency.
Fate mocks insidious cheeks,
As Apollo tinkers Silhouette.
Long lines of spray
Of heartening unrest;
Memories grate against
Pebbled spine and fingers
Hurl colors of peril.
Dancing, Silhouette and I,
Bawl the eternal night, and bring
The eternal note of Absence.