Mohan Rana - The Passageway

The passageway is empty
Have all decisions been made?
All waiting finished
Sunlight falls onto flowerpots
Like truth filtering through
The passageway is empty

unchanged despite the passing of so many feet
An empty space, a few steps
between entering the house and leaving it
Nobody sleeps here
on sheets of a carefree night

The passageway is empty
between dream and sleep
Like that place on the left side of the chest
which seems empty
Where the hand feels
an empty hollow
Where there is no air
no beat.

Mohan Rana

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