Tomorrow I might meet it.
Or tonight. Who knows?
Night is long and I assume, sufficiently dark
For it to appear and disappear
Unobserved. Or in the grey corner
It may lie long and flat, pretending
Dead. Then disappear again
In a short burst. Then
I will have to examine each room
And sleep after my back aches.
The thick one is dead (says my neighbour) that moved
Slow and unending like a goods train
And slept coiled like a huge tire.
“Mrs. Goswami”, she calls my mother from
The first floor across the street.
One was there before you unlocked the gate.
Silence. Stretches her arms, mother nods.
Is what it wants for the distinct
Hush before the show among the dry leaves.
This has happened
So often within me.
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Ankur Goswami is an Assistant Professor in English and a research scholar presently working at NEF College in Guwahati. Apart from being an English teacher, Goswami has also been imparting training on communication skills and soft skills for more than 20 years now. He loves writing poems and has been published on several national and international platforms.