The Coming

Someone there, knocked at the window, suddenly!

It wasn’t so heavy, but definitely hard...

Someone wanted to tell something, urgently!

With my nose squashed against the window glasses,

I looked for a soul, for now the leaves were restless

And the branches made a whipping sound...
A storm was on its way; or will it be just a heavy shower

That settles early winter dust? I’ll wait!

Just them the knock grew milder.

Greasing against the glasses, I opened the door...

The lamp by the bedside was still lit — now deeper,

Fading into the daylight that breaks through the window plates!

Rising from the drunken dreary nights,

The sun beams across prisms like a shining armour

Spreading its arms towards, the vast ocean, as life ripples...

Silently the water flows by;
As the morning breeze whispers
It’s delightful arrival...

RAJDEEP PATHAK

MAY 22, 2020