Inner Space--1.. Apu Mondal

Sitting under corrugated sheets
With moth eaten rafters, I am
A poor poet in a dark room with
Sacks and boxes filling spaces
I have to write when it comes
From within, but I need to go out
Now. I have no choice but to enter
My inner space where I am the
Lord, looking for a sea shore, a
Forest with tiger and deer, trees
And rivers, fallen leaves, pebbled
Stones, ageless tree bark, lone
Singing bird, paths of red earth,
A toothless old woman, greyish
Skies, even a bedridden sick man.
The darkest corners rise from my
Room to cross my threshold, I
Think I am alone and carefree
Roaming around my inner space.

Copyright: Apu Mondal@2020.c.r.