Discarded lovers
with charred eyes
fall asleep on the green bench
they don't care any more
Your vision is blurred
but
you don't need any help
Discarded lovers
About the poet
Dilip Chitre
Dilip Purushottam Chitre (17 September 1938 – 10 December 2009) was one of the foremost Indian poets and critics to emerge in the post Independence India. Apart from being a very important bilingual writer, writing in Marathi and English, he was also a teache…
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They tell me your colour is blue
They tell me your colour is blueMy life-breath feeds on your inspiring luminous pastures
An early wake-up call
An early wake-up callyour first lover
It's all mixed up:
It's all mixed up: Vladimir, Yaroslav,The skeletons of monks in the underground church,
At midnight in the bakery at the corner
At midnight in the bakery at the cornerWhile bread and butter-biscuits are being baked
Through her blood's lightly layered
Through her blood's lightly layeredHazy darkness
