A Morning Mystery Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Curtain everywhere.
From behind the curtain
voices are heard -
one, two, many.

I wait.
I am not told
how long I must wait.
But I wait.

Watch.
The screen of my phone.
What do I actually see?
Do I see at all?

World.
I visualize my coordinates.
I stand up, walk, come back.
Where do I come back?

Life.
A gift given to me.
I unwrap the decoration.
I feel truth - unexamined.

Curtain.
A sudden blast of wind.
I see, yet I don't see.
I delve into mystery.