Hanging Bats Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While passing through the hilly town ways
Intercrossing the forest ways
Into a secluded compound
Of bushes and trees wild and exotic,
Tall-tall timber trees and others,
I used to see the bats making a noise
At eve upside down the overgrown tree
Hanging by branches so many in number
Crying and calling and quarelling
Waiting for darkness to deepen
The big-big blackly bats
Away into the wild and bushy campus
The bats blackly hanging and crying,
Encircling around, hanging by,
Getting ready for the start,
Let the eve darken!