Manprasad Subba
Somewhere inside the chest
A gentle tickling
And the ripples…
In the cave of the chest
Oh!…Oh!!…
Reverberating…
Echoing…
The sun’s feet
Stepping softly
On the tree leaves
Day laughs with end-to-end rows of its silvery teeth—
With eyes half-open
Dusk reclines on the threshold
Of dream and reality
And whispers to me
Nigh quietly caresses my chest and back