A dimly-lit room
And she
slipped into her cozy bed
With her
only companion,
A book.
A glowing lamp besides her bed,
Sheltering
the verses of her
Favorite
poetry
Word by word
And prominent strings of
Sarod were
melting in her ears.
She too
might be enjoying
Cocktail,
of her kind,
Like
everyone else.
- Ankita Chauhan