Between Night N Me

the night stares
into my eyes like
a wounded animal
pleading to relieve it
of its pain...

i try to pacify
the pervading night
dabbing it with colours
from the tube...

it soon recoils
to its original
blackness
and
bleakness

sleep now stares
into the eys of night;
a whining dog!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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