3 Savita Singh Translations by Medha Singh

By and | 15 September 2022


Darkness

A brand new darkness, this time
dense and steady, it shelters all,
even visible things, once familiar
to our limbs. She has transformed
known voices once full with sounds
of imploding kisses & cosseting,
besides their own music.

To see this murk,
a child arrived, his sleep
intruded by horror: a woman,
her wan face, she held a mirror,
as a man dismounted his bicycle
to watch her, wondering
if he’d lost his way.

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