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Three bed rooms and one window

When we were ushered in

For the first time

The windows were shut

Only fan provided relief

With its noise

Resonating with our clumsiness

When we reached by train

The window of the bedroom

Opened into corridor

No reason to keep it open

Folding cot did not resist

Our temptations

Now I draw curtains regularly

Every time before I sleep

In the journey of sleepless nights

Mornings humiliate me with

Penetrating Sun rays of the desert

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