JACKET CHANGE by Savita Singh

Translated by Medha Singh

I found the book on my desk early morning
that I’d desperately looked for, yesterday.

Its jacket was different,
as though its name were too.

The same things ideas and stories
lay between beginning and end

I didn’t peruse the middle

I kept pondering:
Nothing is concealed, obscured
all always surfacing back into being

upon being lost, the book
of one’s life reappears, after all

Yesterday was a day full of such strife
Today such surprise.

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