Their eyes glow in the dark, they Look at us when we are not looking. They watch—and watch—and watch, But they neither talk to us, nor let us know. Who are they—why they watch us at night, When we close our eyes, they open theirs. We don’t know their identity, from where They belong—yet, they are very close to us. So close, that sometimes they put on The same blanket that we wear, sometimes They lie down on the same pillow on which We lie down—yet we don’t see them. But we feel, we feel them—they watch us. They peek through the closet, Or from the mirror, or from behind the almirah, They watch us—their eyes glow in the dark.