Even Now Poem by Bharati Diggikar

Even now

There were staircases and bookcases
Such things normally do not mix,
But I was inundated by both.

There were people half visible
Picking up books half familiar
In silence of another world.

There sure was an auditorium
Empty, where I alone roamed
Squares of distilled
daylight decorated the dark blue tiles
as they led me
to a distant door,
Which never opened.

Like before, I turned to
The side-entrance steps,
Stony,
protecting an inner world
of my innocence,
Even now.

-Bharati