Steal The Night. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

Is it not true
That a hunt starts
In the evening.
With the dying sun
And a gun, tucked
Behind your trouser.


I have set the morning sun
And got hold of a
Promise.
Of the night to come.
And the hunt behind the
Trees, the park
I have taken oath
To walk with a rampage
To se myself free.

Bars, nightclubs,
Fancy restaurants and
Casino joints
Women dressed in white
Or golden or some
Dark colours.
I want to hunt
And steal the night.