Night is still born
Night is the evening's swan song
Night embraces crescent moon
then a dog howls with impunity
as corridors of time remain insecure.
In these I tread night
and corridors of time
let the drunk shout with impunity
corridors of time, will know
the transient shadow
corridor's of time locked in night's grey fantasy.
Night is a wolf prowling
around corridor's of time...
About the Author
Ananya S Guha
Joined: 25 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
I have been writing poetry for the last thirty years. My poems have been published in various journals/ magazines & ezines. I am currently a Regional Director in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. I am also a freelance writer.I have six&...
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