A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
A Night Of This Season - Poem by A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker
These nights are brighter like butterflies
Never are they cool, nor quite either.
They go tapping and beating
in hearts and thoughts alike.
Dreams are longer, sleep shorter,
little hours are still less than ever.
I leave little unseen, for
this is His Kind December.
what I find this night is a collage
that daubs me life-size in filaments.
I see me move and stay, fade and falter,
sink and surface like an airborne feather.
And I am but a night of this season.
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