For a few days Delhi is in spring
cardinal, carmine, carnelian
auburn, crimson, scarlet
lava, lust and folly
leaf-less Semal trees
They blanket pavements
roads and terraces
a thick cover of blood
drying and coagulated
In the darkness of the night
they fall from the trees
on sunny mornings that should be
a grim post-blast flesh sprinkle
dots the city
When you are crossing the road in Nizamuddin
do look at the side railings
behind the crowd at the bus stand
from the metal wires are hanging meat pieces
