Poetry

Lights

by

Amit Shankar Saha

Evening and the lights are on. Bright.
I party in the evening. The guests
Are met, the feast is set. Hear. Din.
A highrise window. I look out.
Window. Wasteland. Water. Lights!
A river chased by bridges. Lights!
A city burning bright. Lights!
The lights fill in the room thickly
And the glass panes become opaque.
A voyeur telescope in the
Neighboring highrise spies my window.
Inside: around me the wasteland.
I hold the water in my hand
And the glass sparkles in the light.