Crystal Bangle

By Qasim Kashmiri

Like a crystal bangle
In a wrist I break
Dying through the ailing moon
Cracking beneath the scorching sun

I am dew on a leaf
A thread of spider’s web
Hoops are sinking in the sand
Dusks are failing to take me home

I am lost to be robbed by ants
Ashamed of waiting naked
They hide my August in armpits
Feeding me my rotten flesh

July betrays me every July
Autumn makes me bard
I am murdered by afternoon ants
Chinar is the writer of my death.

Qasim Kashmiri is a Poet and novelist