Sunday Poem By Pankhuri Sinha

The map of the afternoon

After having pulled together
Some lovely hours of work
Within an existing problematic paradigm
Yes, all things having gone wrong
Being in a totally trapped situation
There today, was a lovely morning
A little nice thing here
A forward movement there
The afternoon
Here and now
Consolidated
Solidified
Crystal clear
In front
Could be touched almost
Put forth
Like that piece of cheese
I just cut
And could not melt
In the sun
The afternoon
Drawn, like a map
The ones folded in my bag
The words
Crispy, and soft at once
Sugary, salty
All gone suddenly
The tastelessness
Before bitter
Such was the silence of the explosion
Such the monstrosity of the attack.