DARKNESS
KRISHNA BOSE
Irrevocably alert the surface stands
with indigos burnt hard
and thickness impinges in stone-faced lumps
Can this tar-fed carpet insulate
the fortress which houses mucky pythons?
Will the dark-eyed nuances tamper
the whisper of the sun-bathed minarets?
Shall ever the unmapped denseness
Spill over the gay-decked violets?
Will the puffs of nerve-wracked air
ever spare the eloquence of the sphere?
Echoes careen on the flow.
Yet nowhere, a mustard-keen viewer
tries solemnly to abduct
the opaque lapses of the stars.