I woke up with a start well past three in the night <br />It was not a dream that woke me <br />It was the reality. <br /> <br />The stars had been discarded by the transitional sky <br />The moon hung wasted in a corner <br />About to be rejected. <br /> <br />I looked out at the streets and they were very quiet <br />The ghostly neon signboards lay ashen <br />Unused at that hour. <br /> <br />The windows in my room complimented the silent canvas <br />They slept unmoving against the breeze <br />As if shuttered. <br /> <br />I looked at my bed & it did not spread welcoming arms <br />The wrinkled sheets smirked grotesquely <br />I was unwanted.<br /><br />Dia Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-14/
