Inside the Rooms

The wind scratches against
The window of the Sky
Its nails overgrown with the years.
The storm that was meant to arrive
Has waited for a worthy candle
To show the way.
And now one waits for
The invitation of the moon
To turn it down
Because there are too many stars
Inside the rooms of the lovers
Who hardly sleep at night.

Sayan Aich Bhowmik is currently Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Shirakole College, Kolkata. He is the co-editor of Plato’s Caves Online, a semi-academic online space/ blog.

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