A candle, sitting like a minaret
On the windowsill of my room, painted
My silhouette on the wall;
I happened to see the silhouette
That danced, as I tossed back and forth
On the edge of my walnut wood bed.
I glued my gaze at it and said,
‘O dear candle, who has taught you this?’
There came not a reply,
But a gentle tapping on the window.
Then, there was a pin drop– I could hear
The lub-dub, lub-dub of my heart.
Open the window… or we’ll break it!
I lost my breath. And thought: who could they be?
Then there was a bang– a window broke into shards;
And in barged a pack of human wolves, faces veiled.
They caught me. Sealed my mouth. Tied my legs
And arms. And scourged me!
I screamed. And I yelled such
That from our kitchen my mother and father ran
And woke me up.
Ah’ it was morning. And I, in my bed.