The Dark Has No Essence Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

I am walking on footpath
Like to walk lonely
Walking on the grassy bed of nature
On the vast heart of field at dusk
When ducks come back
When chicks with hens come back
When cows come back with calves
When farmer comes back with plough behind bulls
When birds find nest by screeching at evening
When the sun goes to another longitude with latitude
When dark of night comes back with moon
When stars twinkle from the far distance
When lizards call those who are hidden to play on wall
When farmer's wife kindles evening lamp and fans by hand
When I find myself in the middle of dark
Around of me the dim earthly star of kerosene in village
I like to walk; like to be wanderer
I like to live in dark
I like to talk with myself
The twilight spirit hugs me
The dark loves me lonely
The dim moonlit spares me to stay alone as owl
Only I'm observing, only seeing
Looking at nothing
All are crossing me just I'm seeing
No one is looking at me just seeing
And I'm walking
I like to walk lonely
And I like to talk with myself only
Nothing I know still what is my talking with me
Nothing I know what is the firmed topic of speech
Nothing I know what is the plot of speech; scenery
Nothing I know what is the thinking-
which encourages to walk lonely
In dark only
But know that a wall can keep aside the light
But know that moving on orbit the dark falls on earth where I live
The Dark has no essence
But for another part of mind I carry the dark into myself
I do not know; nothing of this dark
After all I am in dark
Although it has no entity in every atom of physics
Yet I walk lonely; walk in dark
May be no need in dark the hypocritical mask

-08/04/18