Nightmares Poem by AMITAVA MAZUMDAR

The grey dusk on the fringes
Every roofs like upended tongues
Licks up the last string of evening rays

Before a cloud passed and mingled
With another afar
A crow shrilled, a cat mewed, a lame
On her wooden legs from cul-de-sacs

A star appears
From the depths of blue
in the lone sky
Every door like a mystery box
Shut and not to be opened again
After a defeated try

If it is so, let it be
The shame of being naked
Every moment pressed under the thumb
Patience wore thick blanket in trance
Towards an uncomfortable distance.