Dark Life Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Shriveled black of a morose night
Stayed flat on my palms
The offshoots of lines are lost
And forced me to live in borrowed fate;
Aggrieved neighbors winked
From behind the doors afraid of
Losing their lives into me;
The sun dares to wipe the night
Off my life and hides amidst
The dark clouds to save its face;
Conches and cymbals fall silent
As women recede into dark cell
To get unclothed and wash their armpits
To save their purity
From me- the son of the impure moon.