The darkest nights
Kuldeep Verma
In the
darkest nights
If go to a
harmonic flight
The
perception
The
infatuation
Drives me
always
To unknown
place
If I reached
on an archaic height
The
miraculous experiences
The love, which
is quandary
Make me aware
of the distances
I made
Or made
itself
The epitome
of these
Which merely
fences
My acquainted
places
Are habitual
to me
But aversion
and agitation for me
My beauteous
faces
Are adorable
to me
But even are
my inferiority causes
That
serpentine river screams
cadences
manipulate
If I stand at
her
The waters my
expression exaggerate
I apologize
for my sin
The stones do
not let me win
I confess my
crimes
The soil does
not let me to sing hymns
In the
darkest nights
If I go to a
harmonic flight
Obscurities
prevail on me
My relations
decline on me
My notions
are made elusive
Make me faint
always
These darkest
nights