Story Of Tenebrious Night Poem by niraj dhakal

The baby was born,
On the cemetery, the knot of disparity
She was born, on the bosom of mother
Imbibe the bloodless mother, hollering and whining, she was born...
Presented my daughter with the ring of lignite
Sheltered her with shacks of boneyard
Grew, playing with ember
She was born

Remorseful, slaying my daughter
Just because of delirious virility
Before I do something ravish, I cut off her
On the tenebrious night, she was born...