Deepest Desire Poem by Rajendra Nagdev

The tranquility of night
will melt gently,
gradually birds will chirp
on the branches of trees
the trees, only a few of which
are left in the city now.

In the ebony darkness of night
a dog barks furiously
a long overcoat moves in the street
with long shoes on
and a whistle blows,
the sound floats
on the air
and moves on and on and on
to the horizon
- a perfect setting to paint a picture.

I slide the curtain of my window
and peep out
it's pitch dark
the darkness can be sliced
with a knife.
A baby cries somewhere incessantly
the cries resonate
- a perfect soil to sow
the seed of a poem.

My deepest desire at the moment
is to slip in to coma
to freeze in my mind
the birds, the whistle, the watchman
the dog, the cries of the baby
the darkness of night
forever forever.