Night Wars Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Incapacitate every thought,
So they might not leave your mind:
While the dream-blossoms rot,
Go blind.

Last night was a terrible worm
That crawling entered my psyche,
Decomposed dead tissues of every form,
Left walking.

There was soap in the moonlight,
I bathed myself clean;
My dirt stuck to the stars,
Their essence supervened.

Nobody knows what is right,
But everybody hates scars;
If you wish to understand the night,
Wage wars.