The Night

It’s the time when the lazy blue is tired,
And wore dark robes, sewn with diamonds.
Not a speck of moonshine around,
And a symphony of compassion plays in my sleep.
I hear many sounds in it.
The lullaby of a mother,
Casts a flicker of a joyful smile, playfully,
In the eyes of her child.
The ecstatic shriek of a lady,
In the warm embrace of her true love just found,
Reverbs in happy intervals!!! Celebration…
Amidst popping corks of Champaign bottles.
The song of burning hunger flaring loud,
From the red eyes of a hungry beggar,
Sinks into silence when a priest offers the bread in compassion.
The passionate cry of a sweet pain,
From the ignited limbs of a couple making love,
Infuses in their cold and trembling lips as they touch.
The words of solace from the lips of a doctor,
Light up the flame of faith, to save a life,
And a prayer of life-time is sung,
For the god in white coat.

I hear other sounds too.
The wail of a lady echoes far,
Till each tear-drop in her eyes becomes a sea,
Where each remembrance of September sorrows,
Is washed ashore.
The staggering song of the pain of a love lost,
Voices out from the drunken chords gulping death.
His shriek still reverbs, I know,
Because now and then, people made money, of his story.
A wayward song roams in street,
Sung by the youth lost in the charms of illusions,
Inviting death, as they lie drugged by their ECSTASY.
The high-pitched cry of a girl sounds aloud,
From her tightened veins, across the bylanes,
When her own kith and kin choke her soul.
A cold axe drives through the spine,
Blood is splattered in the name of structures,
And the scream vibrates the nation throughout,
Enticing people to slaughter in the name of god.

The dark robes of this night has them all.
People call it “NIGHT”, in which dwell,
The lullabies and shrieks of joy,
Prayers and songs of love,
Cries of pain, rape and death.
Is that why, in a symphony of compassion,
I hear an explosion in sleep,In this dark chilled night…