Friday, March 15, 2019

Satchid Anandan writes

Then Suddenly

I saw myself among the dead
hiding my face in an umbrella in the rain,
in a black cloak,
like an evening shadow.

I wanted to sing a song, a strange song
about horses, cranes and ships,
just a song that has neither flowers nor birds,
neither sunrises nor  love-affairs.

But my lips had been sewn together;
my ears , filled with earth.

Then suddenly the sun rose. 
Black umbrellas and a masked face
--Bobby Yip

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