A poem
stabs a dagger
in your heart -
mercifully.

Nobody is aware of the motive
even the victim cannot show the exact spot.

Interrogation reveals
that all eye-witnesses were in a state of dream
with their eyes closed at the critical moment
and the narrative of the dream differs from person to person.

Finally,
when the weapon is recovered,
one finds that it was
a palash flower, soaked in the rhythm of blood.

Translation: Dr. Piyush Joshi and Dr. Rajendrasinh Jadeja