Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The Liberated

When I had paid up all my old debts,

You counted out the silver coins

And cut the bonds which had bound me:

The dark door which had kept me in,

You opened, and with one last kiss,

You set me, who dreamed of freedom,

Free at last into the wide world.

And yet, when the world is sleeping

I find myself adrift outside your door:

Once I had loved the sound of all words

And now I prolong this odd silence;

The lights of your home are switched off,

But I stand transfixed in the clear night…

The stars are so bright, and countless.

Diptesh Ghosh

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