Moonlight   

In the chilling night of December,

a ray of the night bulb,

from the distant road

comes to the fence of my,

semi-nude, half-closed window,

 

Talks to me for hours,

about love and wars

Some say ! I might catch the cold,

I say, we are kindred souls,

 

One day she told me

Story of a blue window,

Got rusted due to,

Draught in the city,

wounds were covered by,

falling leaves of pipal tree,

 

She was too tightly

fitted with wall

Couldn’t even afford to

fall in the junkyard,

by the time ray could,

finish the story,

 

Owner of the fence, comes

and closed the door

Now both windows are

Buried in the dump store,

Nobody came to save them,

Not even the stormy winds