The Black Secret. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Black Secret.

Dare you bid a farewell,
To night and forest,
In your day’s work,
And your night’s rest.?
Dare you?

The spell of the She,
The willing will of the He,
Anchor pulley silently!


The day’s dream of Night’s rise,
And the escape of the wilds,
Tease the chemical profiles.


The installed forest herself is a vampire,
The night’s prime, causes crime,
And our buffoons admit it as grace.