Six Windows
Six Windows
I have six windows in my body
And six lovers reside in it.
Twelve eyes peep thro’ them
Always in search of six beloveds.
None of them is steady but
Addicted to nocturnal visits
They have the habit to wander.
They returned in the morning-
Pleased, displeased, or otherwise.
With different results and moods
They wear different colours.
They are colourless in daytime.
Like motionless wine in the glass.
But as the night approaches again
The animals spring from its blood
And from its cross the plants.
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