Neighbors On summer nights, when the wind blows I go to sleep, sprawled on the roof, Watching the stars and constellations With an old book lying next to me On the white sheet, jasmine-scented; My troubles lie earthward, with me. But how far are the stars, how silent! Beyond the tidy sleeping houses A homeless man, lying in the park, Keeps an eye out for the touring cops; He hears the wind in the Neem leaves; An abandoned dog has made his home Among the waste-bins on my doorstep; He too hears the rustling wind As it washes over the silent night; In our sleeplessness we are alike. Our eyes are set on the heavens: Like the wind we are of this earth But our hearts are stuck on the stars. Diptesh Ghosh
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 18:37:34 +0000