Old window

Let me open this old window.
Its hinges make creepy sound,
As it opens out, with difficulty,

To vistas of light and shadow.
Night’s queen bloomed below.
I can smell the morning grass

Behind the red-and-white sari
That hangs on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of a sky.

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