Midnight Pain Poem by Rites Ghosh

in the midnight, mind
for freedom dragged up:
for last fusillade
their arms ready-

the hour is precious:
another buddha he is,
and must not see
trails of life he leaves-

a plunderer sneaks here
like eve's friend in eden;
doors of innocence left ajar-
bags of hope and happiness run out-

some screaches out, shrillness fall
some unfamiliar wriggles,
from hideouts coming fiery eyes-
outside safe and sumptuous tonight-

madness best discovered now
when king runs unbonetted,
gravediggers come back riding
on bellyful cheapwine and poetry-

midnight knows your all
when you dissolve shame of eyes
all envelops unclasped like sins
you divine your desires:

only nothing of me reaches
at the destination,
as if they force me step down
before i smell rife hours come-

something throttles pen
thought expires and lame i
cannot stand upon hope
night robs my all...