Where Light Cannot Reach

Morning fails to reach all the corners of the room

That of yesterday, and even earlier, been kept away from everyone

Convenient corners are filled with those memories

Latticed patters decorate them for some time and leave

There is no scope for the morning language to initiate a conversation

Those stories have a secret language and a special fragrance

Accommodating them and even keeping them safe

From misappropriations and inauthentic interpretations

Commonly, the world likes to project their own translation

Not so flattering to hear in the light of a beautiful morning

~Amitav

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