The Night Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

night looms an apron
night seeks a hide under
night creeps as creeper waste to beautify
old building and earrings of unnamed beloved

why don't ask me
ask me how its speed of achieving the cover
night feels horrified
shocked and shivering with certain achievement
we cramped with bells of destiny

a voice low behind calls me to love
a voice low but warm
voice but unseen the origin
always from those beginning days
the days of knocking the hell I remember
follows me to catch in the trench
never I step any forward to hold its string
heaven I feel much more than hell with flesh
the fever escalates me high
high with no end

night the lonely weaver
alone looming that apron I know
I myself every an each thread being and being
loomed just to cover the whole universe
as it was before the first dawn
on and on this this creeping surface

Pranab k c
20/12/2022