It might have been night
With the world asleep
And in that crazy silence
It might have been I
Waiting on the staircase
For your footfall
The anklets or bangles
May have given you away
And would I have
Gladly taken
But it was past noon
When you wandered
Down my stairs
And I had to go
Many a verse have I written since
Many a long night have I spent
In reflection
But those were contemplations
Of afternoon
And perhaps
Now I still sit
And wait for your footfalls
On another staircase
But the banister
That separates us
Calls for evening
And I wonder
If there will be
Another night
Another staircase
But the same footfall
I ought to have heard
An eon ago
But didn't
Pratip
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