Song Of A Walkway Poem by sarita jenamani

The darkness deepened even more
In my veins sinks the night
Slowly the stillness pierces
a knife into my heart.
My body is stretched out
on the wet grass
Distant is still
the night of union
I am no tiny plant
not the night hidden between the stones
neither the moonlight
that falls in the fisher’s net
nor even the silence
before the storm
On the road of quest
I am a walkway
awaiting him to come home
who had gone over me
in an evening like this