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Locked For The Night

Adjoining the river-front At the end of a long corridor There is a room, a very dark room There 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 And I Snored and snored on loudly Throughout the night. At day-break 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.

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