I, The Darkness. Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I, The Darkness.

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Bed soft as down
The nigh-birds fluttering.
your bed-room flooded with bright light;
Standing by the outside window waiting,
Could not enter.
As soon as you laid down putting out lamp;
I jumped into the bed-room and wrap you round.

I the darkness.

Sunday, June 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,love,standing
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