Me Too Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

My nights are no more silent
The birds no more sleep with
Their bodies squeezed between
Their heavy wings. The moons
Tired feet drag it slowly towards
Other end of the horizon. Hours
Inside the clock clash against
Each other to give the muffled
Cry of a helpless soul. My nights
Are no more silent. My heart is
Restless like a worm in heat.
Cold floor is splattered with
Innocent blood of a virgin.
Lost in its trance the marble
God becomes a mute witness.
Swinging fronds of matured
Thoughts try to brush away the
Stain of nonchalance from mind.
My nights are no more silent.
Noise of constricted tiny fingers
Scratching the floor pricks my
Heart as a needle. Soaked with
Saliva pillows entice me to get
Choked with my own impotency.