●■●■night Drippings Poem by Sathya Narayana

●■●■night Drippings



In that darkness
some colours brightened
some minds blackened

The night as ever
is dripping blood.

Where?

Somewhere or other
between the poles

How much?

At dawn you can
measure by gallons.

Why?

I'm as dumb
as the dead at the night.

Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,night,war
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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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