Seeing Through The Night

by Bibhu Padhi (July 2013)



There are times when

One longs to know the night.

Metaphors change.

The neem tree in front of the house

That offers shelter

To ghosts and owls, stands

Without a name.

The road is a snake

gone into a long sleep.

Old homes are transformed,

reduced to stones and bricks.

Stretching myself along on the long sofa

that came to me through an inheritance,

I look across a distance that is

never true, imagine the hill

that will receive the first rain.

I believe there is some kind

a witness to the changes

of seasons and climates,

a stillness that spreads across

I wait.

After a long while

that seems like years,

the night that begins to look like

trembles like

one of the nearer leaves,

and quietly goes to sleep.



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