I Caught The Night Redhanded Poem by Suvajit Mahanty

I caught The Night Red handed
Like the unfaithful Lover;
It ditch The Soul Of Day by it dusky grey Border.

It Dismiss The Hope which The Day Has Lit;
The Day's utter promise Does not Fit.
The Dark slowly engulfs The Moon
The Owl's Hooting Change To a Cry Soon.
The Cry Is not the birth Cry; it seems like His throat is Dry.
Night look at Me with Grief; As If I am the main culprit.'its You who Makes Me butcher...Saw in its eyes water..'punish me if u can: I am solo Watcher of all The Suffers'.