Still of the night

It is the still of the night

and there is the one hue of darkness

up down in the left in the right

Nothingness oozes ceaselessly from everywhere

I am wet I am drenched in nothingness

She is the mother

i live in her placenta

May i never be seperated from her

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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