Walking Over Dead Valley Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

The night is so high
And a soul there to sigh
Behind the darkened darkness
Where there is light, not so less.
The moon is strolling and still
The colour is black for night to kill.
A soul is there, and none to ask
What is the cause of timeless dusk?

A soul is there to witness a vision
Perhaps the ultimate end of a mission,
The mission of undefined of years ago
Which none but only one soul to follow.

A shake and a sound
And all would loss their ground,
Screem, crying and sound of agony
And a minute later, it is a silent dead valley.