Shaded Version Of Light Poem by Prasad Indraganti

Dead of the night

Poem raises to the sky

Cover of tree eases the path


You ask me often

How come my poems

Have darkness around?


Senses some times are so bright

Only darkness is visible

Rest is faded


While crossing the stream

Clothes are over waist

Water tickles privates

As depth recedes

All secrets are covered


Have you experienced

Whistle of the fox

Or silence of the lion

Just rabbit in the sky?


Darkness, a shaded

Version of light