Flee--By Partha Chatterjee--India

Flee

burnt sky 

brick kiln in one corner
hiccuping streetlight

tenant crowds rolling up luggage
in search of a new address
like floating clouds

holding our hands tight
like a pen and a cap
we are gliding down from the
river's head to its estuary.

the sun, a one - rupee coin, drops down
into the pocket of a blue shirt.
a firefly descending like a meteor.

we are fleeing.

Partha Chatterjee lives in India. He loves poetry and music.