Thank you to Akshay Kumar Roy for publishing my poem in Lipi Magazine.  

Losing My Grip

What was once enjoyed now vaguely recalled.

I rise at dawn after having

scarcely left those moonlit fountains,

isolated within the beams’ soft glow,

and after having skillfully dreamed of

staring at them longingly, through the

window pane with my candid eyes.

Those fountains alight, their forms melting,

as the future unwinds, and the dream fades,

as sunlight infuses itself into this room.