Jujutshu Kumar Deb

Worn out moon beams
Lift the veil of darkness
Over this deserted hut,
Voices of the inmates now and then
Disturb a sneaking fox,
A single lamp chokes and gasps,
The silent night shudders
And the ether resonates
As the cry of a child
Asking for food
vibrates,
The light gasps,
Voices guide the ear to the hut
Wearing a look of poverty and hunger.