DEEPEST DESIRE
Rajendra
Nagdev
The
tranquility of night
will melt
gently,
gradually the
birds will chirp
on the
branches of trees
the trees,
only a flow of which
are left in
the city now.
In the ebony
darkness of night
a dog barks furiously
a long
overcoat moves in the street
with long
shoes on
and a whistle
blows,
the sound
floats
on the air
and moves on
and on and on
to the
horizon
- a perfect setting to paint a picture.
I slide the
curtain of my window
and peep out
its pitch dark
the darkness
can be sliced
with a knife.
A baby cries
somewhere incessantly
the cries
resonate
- a perfect soil to sow
the seed of a
poem.
My deepest
desire at the moment
is to slip in
to coma
to freeze in
my mind
the birds,
the whistle, the watchman
the dog, the
cries of the baby
the darkness
of night
forever,
forever.