Handcuffs Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Rain is falling over there,
Beneath the dark, grey sky;
It is night, Christabel's time,
Something there on leaveless tree;
An owl drenching in darkness,
Waiting like woolf for a prey;
Moon is absent, airless air
Moves like motionless moth
And mourns melancholy melody;
Raining sound sings every drop.
An idiot, pehaps leaving his wife,
Stands there to toy with time.
The owl screams and he laughs
with the horrible haunting handcuffs.