That Sombre Holiday Inn / Poem by Sujata Mishra

Poem by Sujata Mishra
 
 
That Sombre Holiday Inn
 
That sombre Holiday Inn
with drab bruised curtains
winking peachy sunset back
of which red circle moves
my mood back
 
the chair is empty
weather black
some skimpy weight on
its back,
slowly comes the dusky bride
foggy hoody clamps her feet
on river sands
whose feeble voice
cramps my feet
stumpily sagged skin
 
we took dinner
silent lamb’s curry
intensifying hunger
exalted you struck the spoon
we hold the space
it was a silent moon
the sky grumpy
and empty.
 
# Sujata Mishra Copyrighted

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