May
17
2018
By Anindya Chaudhuri on Thu, 05/17/2018 - 16:47 IST
Sipping on a cup
full of solitude,
being led, languorously,
by my feet,
I walked;
Into the warm night.
Until, I came upon,
rather a strange sight.
An owlet,
upon a tree,
looked down at me;
And with eyes full of wit,
seemed to entreat:
"Hoot?"
"Yes." I answered,
"Alone, tonight."