Daya Bhat

Lacuna

Wading through the silence of fifty people, I reach the spot where she rests, almost in peace. In shaky whispers her son tells me how they watched her move from chatter to mono syllables to silence. For an entire year, I—her closest friend—was unaware of her grave situation. I fumble for words. He tells me she is counting hours. I sit by her bedside holding her hand. A faint smile blooms on her lips.

star dust
a name unfolds
in the omega

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About the Author

Daya Bhat lives in Bangalore, India and has authored two books of poetry. Her short fiction, free verse and short form poetry have appeared in online and print journals. She enjoys painting and creating digital art.