My Dark Nights
At the distant verge of the horizon
Slowly submerging is the weary Sun
With reddened face
Bidding grudging adieus
To his day long drudging
Brooding over mandatory next come
I stood there staring at Him
I wanted to say “don’t depart”
In an automatic reflex
I lifted my right hand aloft!
Nay! He didn’t stop! I wept!
As feared reemerging are my
Horror-ogres, with creepy insurgence
A dirge from distant mountain range
Barged inside my fragile core
With harrowing clangour
Oozing out acid-reminiscenses
From burrows of my bruised ...
We crave it, when young, in rage
Scared of it, when wise, to divulge
Love! The undeterring vice of any age
Underlines our life at every stage
What an onus laden on man
Since the “Adam”antine sin
Is it a curse or a boon?
He delivered to the whole clan