Have You Heard The Silent Weeping Of The Night? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Have you,
Have you heard
The weeping,
The weeping
Of the night,
Dew drops falling,
Shrouded in mystery,
Blanketed with
A mystical cover
And the sound,
The sound of weeping
Coming in
A muffled and muted tone?

Have you,
Have you
Heard,
Heard the weeping,
The weeping of the night,
The night
In a muffled,
Muffled and muted
Tone,
The night weeping,
Weeping
And you,
You,
Heard it not,
Heard it not?

It is dark,
Dark around,
The scenario is all
Draped in silence,
Bewitching silence,
An eerie silence keeps
Pervading the spirit,
Everything but enveloped in darkness
And gloom
Under the cover of mystery,
The shroud of,
Stars in twinkle
And she weeping,
Weeping,
Her lashes,
Lashes smeared,
Smeared with tear drops
Falling,
Falling silently.
The hamlets
Far flung, scattered over
The landscape
Unknown and invisible,
Nature hanging heavy over
With its folds, realms
And it looking dark and gloomy,
Where to go, where not
Groping in the dark
Is the night,
The night weeping,
Weeping,
In tears,
Tear drops falling down,
Have you,
Have you heard,
Heard
The weeping,
The weeping
Of the night,
The night?

The mysteries of the world,
How to say,
Say,
Reveal,
What it ails the night,
The nightly lady
Wearing the satin brocade
Bespangled with stars twinkling
And the moon as the bindi
Over the forehead
Bedecking her,
How the myths and mysteries
Unknown to us,
Never unwinding,
The small-small aspirations of man,
Little-little man,
How the litter of hamlets
Dotting the space
Whose whereabouts so unknown,
How the cry, shriek of living,
How the stress and distress of it,
How the tales of poverty, hunger, underdevelopment
Doing the rounds,
Raking us badly?

Have you,
Have you heard,
Heard,
The weeping,
The weeping
Of the night,
The night,
How the voices raking us,
The voices of pain and pine,
Yearning and pathos
And trouble,
How the throes and pangs
Of hers,
Have you,
Have you,
If not,
Go,
Go and hear you,
You to say it to me?