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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