They Know Everything Poem by Neelamani Sutar

I did not notice when I came to the crematorium to give birth to countless deaths.
Like the river, I am afraid of pretending to be who I am not.
As the dream fades, the black peak also fades.
The rats participating in the race to bell the cat is caught, in the eyes of the owls.
I didn't pick up the straws in the other side at the border blown up by the thunderstorm.

I couldn't hold the sun, shadow, waves and tears back.

Now before it sinks --
those straws are very much needed, very...