It is dark where I live,

I have not felt anything in a long time

Just squalor gathered all around,

Mice nibbling at my toe nails,

Insects feeding on my skirt;

But that small little window

Up there, with grills

Some light that visits very morning,

Holy chants, flowers and incense;

I see the twilight

Birds chirping, returning home;

Children walking, talking,

Swinging their arms, teasing each other;

Their innocent sing song ways.

Silver nights, thereafter

And the same old – porridge, stories and lullabies;

As darkness settles, I gasp, gulp

A knot in my throat, oh!

The night closes on me,

Four walls of filth charging with might,

I want to shout; parched chords struggle

Then, a sudden flash of light,

And a warm touch

“It’s alright, darling! I’m right here.”

I throw my arms around the slender torso


I sigh in relief.


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