A Week At This Inn Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Monday only I arrived at the inn
Got a room there spick and span
I wondered at the place's awful din
And the joy in welcoming new man!

Till then I had lived in dark gloom
Half awake in a quiet warm stream
In delirious urge to leave the catacomb
Reach the light I had all along dreamt!

Cramped in that alley in somber stupor
Passed months how I didn't know
Only could sense freedom wasn't far
Wouldn't be forever in that burrow!

The kindly innkeeper fed me the best
And wouldn't take anything for the give
Spent I two days on her breast loveliest
It hurt me when came the time to leave!

On a Wednesday found my new love
Made a nest on a space on this earth
A fairy she was love's precious trove
She gave me warm home and a hearth!

Can't tell how passed the days so fast
New travelers coming on our way
Our wishes were ashes hopes were dust
Were left with only faith on Friday!

Have tided on this inn waves low and high
Seeking from the clouds the north star
Live now with memories of the days gone by
Waiting for the Sunday that's not far!