Nirodbaran’s Fingers of Light (Click for RY Deshpande's & Sri Aurobindo's comments.)

On this dark corner of my cell
Fingers of Light fall—slow and white—
From the invisible crescent moon;
Ethereal seems the prisoned night!

The beams pale, slowly move away;
Through the iron bars my dream-eyes cast
A final glance: the silver trails
Wing to some unknown region’s Vast.