Streams Of The Night Poem by Ratnakar Rout

The night was pregnant
With absolute darkness
It was raining sparsely outside
Amidst lonely silence
The stranger reached your
Apartment to give a surprise.
The doors and windows were
Bolted from inside
He waited and waited
And discovered a restless sea there
Azure waves appeared violent
How long the stranger
Could have waited out side?
The stranger knew not
What for you were busy?
Probably introspecting your self lovely
Through the darkness
He got in and saw a pond
A magnificent water body
Endowed with luxuriant growth of
Moss here and there
Found conch white marvelously arranged
Lily and moths passionately kissing there on the corolla
The marble moon was arrested
In the dark blue water
Dazzling and dancing with
Soft and tender waves
A dark dense majestic cloud was
Touching the horizon like a back drop
As if a bunch of black grapes
Was hanging from the creeper on the hill top
Two beautiful petals of blooming rose
Were nodding up and down gently
Being moved by the murmur of the tossing breeze.
Snow clad mountains were covered
With nomadic clouds
Like the dark spots visible in the full moon.
Along the precipice
An extended valley
Was spreading over large hectors of
Virgin bare land
Exquisitely designed with
Marvelous scenic beauty
Leading towards an undulated
Dense jungle terrain
As was manifested.
It appeared like an artistically
Maneuvered depression
In between two snow clad mountain range.
The pond was innocently calm
And spread over a decorated landscape
Blue waves were running
Violent inside the onlooker
The kisses of wavy water drenched him
And the pond became irresistible.
A wild reptile hiding like a dormant tiger
Suddenly appeared from the woods and
The thirsty animal quivered for a dropp of water
It sank eagerly into the water body
And rested a while there quietly
Quenched its insurmountable thirst and lust
And regained its’ diminishing vigor and vitality
With insatiable passion
The petite creature was impelled by
Its sweet spring nectar
And continued sucking and biting through its’
Soft benevolent sting.
Alas! At once the wonderful creature
Turned errant and naughty
And vomited venom desperately.
The sky, the sea, the stranger
And the benign water body
Lost their existence for a moment and mingled as one
Who realizes then what is the real hunger?
A dropp of poison is enough
To pollute a holy pond
The entire atmosphere
The veins and arteries
The mind and heart
If any, got poisonous
For the momentary pleasure
Of the tiny creature and the pond
A fire broke out suddenly
And consigned everything to nothingness
Though extinguished after a while
Embittered the clear sky and
Swept away the poignant blue waves of the sea.
Wow! There was no trace of pond around
No clouds and no mountain strips
The stranger was still well on his drawing room sofa
And looking at outside to watch the
Dance of the rhythmic monsoon rain keenly
The streams of the night was
Still flowing in him quietly.