Locked For The Night
Adjoining the river-front
At the end of a long corridor
There is a room, a very dark room
Even the light does not penetrate
I am in that room locked for the night
Given a sheet of paper and a pen
After let out to write what I thought.
As did a cricket call its mate
During the night
I also heard the river flow seawards
No one sang a lullaby,
No one cried for help
Snored and snored on loudly
Throughout the night.
I unfolded the sheet of paper
Tested the pen but could not write
Other than about the delicious aroma
And the bitterness of coffee
Nothing else came to my mind
I knew I had spent a peaceful night
Immersed in a deep, dreamless sleep
I was happy
About that I need not write.
Copyright © Ravinder Soni | Year Posted 2019
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