Ah! Poem by Rites Ghosh

My love, for you I can leave
my old northern windows ajar
and keep waiting on the wall reclined
till I see rude winter slamming
the meaningful tree outside-

let death of cold rushes in tonight:
when bleak hours too piercing
upon fate, sufferings are worthier-

hangs moonless dark in the air,
hangs the row of ominous bats on twigs,
only breaths of love missing down
here on this earhly floor-

I have no content save timeless waiting
and an imperishable hope-
upon an unknown hour
may some bell ring:

let that bandit surreal wind
be cruel enough for you,
at least for the night:
let it poke in through unmindful crack
of your simple window
like Pinter's stranger: I know
who breaks your comfort tonight
will draw you shivering down my way-

let that deadly one mend you
patching up silly holes upon
window panes in your tidy room-

shut the world out by all your nerves,
shut the cruellestest winter right,
and through holes of mind see
waiting of a stone unto last: it's me
behind him white wall of promises

let it squeeze a startled cry -'ah! '
it 'll do all, it'll do all to succeed
this immense stupidity...