The obsession
A room is lit at night with
A bulb of a thousand watts,
A bulb of a hundred watts,
A zero watts and a candle.
Let them go off one by one
In that order and still
The room will be obsessed
With the moonlight leaking in.
It cannot be with peace
Because all lights went off.
03.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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