Bats Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

They swish crisscrossing the still dark
above the graves indead sleep.
Their screeching screams
offer fearful sound to the dark.
As if the dark, whispering
to those dead dreams, love and longing...
The grass aroundgraves
catch the quite breeze and nod.
Dead memories come alive
and drop dead again...and again.
Bats keep the game...
in the dark trying to keep
all secrets.
soon the day will knock
on the dark to move away
and bats will stop the game
of waking the dead memories...