Sonnet 2 Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

A magic lantern of kerosene
With a quiverring yellow flame
Shows a world we wouldn't have seen
Giving darkness another name
The stark dark night gropes for a robe
As the flames dance and tease
Giving the dark a glimmer of hope
And let it be appeased
The darkness in turn, leaves some soot behind
On the crown of the glass hood
Antonyms make love of another kind
It's passionate embrace stood
Whispers of longings fill up the air
As light and dark make love, very rare..