Uncanny Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

In the lone night of loneliness
If an owl would find the taste of flesh,
There is a barking note of casual caution
That would pierced through a chaotic motion.

The sole moon, a witness, is on the lap of sky
Drawing her shroud of black cloud she would cry,
Something is theft and in battle she has lost
And the God would pay her the calculated cost.

Wouldn't be a great morn with slumbered society
And a great day too with an unaltered anxiety?