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WHEN NIGHT WEEPS

Neither in sleep nor wake

Neither in sleep nor wake

I hear, a wingless fall, out of the clouds

with a thud and splash on the lake.

An injured word flutters to the beach

wanting to fly back to its flock, syntax.

Sick of my circling thoughts

I choke on sounds of ducking gravel.

My sea was green under the sun

though I never cared for the craft.

My gift had been gift of pain.

Land opens like a mouth, in awe.

So much cruelty was never seen before.

Anger and greed, lust and beast

blooming in veins of man.

One perfect excuse to kill a day.

Goodness was death, foresight for

crusted ambition You in dark and

dark in you. Tomorrow a blue moon will

come, when night weeps and stars

move away in fright.

Satish Verma ------------------- WHEN NIGHT WEEPS

Neither in sleep nor wake

I hear, a wingless fall, out of the clouds

with a thud and splash on the lake.

An injured word flutters to the beach

wanting to fly back to its flock, syntax.

Sick of my circling thoughts

I choke on sounds of ducking gravel.

My sea was green under the sun

though I never cared for the craft.

My gift had been gift of pain.

Land opens like a mouth, in awe.

So much cruelty was never seen before.

Anger and greed, lust and beast

blooming in veins of man.

One perfect excuse to kill a day.

Goodness was death, foresight for

crusted ambition You in dark and

dark in you. Tomorrow a blue moon will

come, when night weeps and stars

move away in fright.

Satish Verma ------------------- WHEN NIGHT WEEPS

Neither in sleep nor wake

I hear, a wingless fall, out of the clouds

with a thud and splash on the lake.

An injured word flutters to the beach

wanting to fly back to its flock, syntax.

Sick of my circling thoughts

I choke on sounds of ducking gravel.

My sea was green under the sun

though I never cared for the craft.

My gift had been gift of pain.

Land opens like a mouth, in awe.

So much cruelty was never seen before.

Anger and greed, lust and beast

blooming in veins of man.

One perfect excuse to kill a day.

Goodness was death, foresight for

crusted ambition You in dark and

dark in you. Tomorrow a blue moon will

come, when night weeps and stars

move away in fright.

Satish Verma -------------------

WHEN NIGHT WEEPS

By: Satish Verma
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