At The Time Of Darkness

I am feeling ravenous due to the taste of some food,
Describing is like fortitude, for it is sweet in taste.
My strength arrived at night, for mighty nights are
Strongly out of compulsions, fully grown.
My nightmare ended that very night I was sleeping,
To zigzag across the pillow, and to queerly sigh,
Folding the garments so expensively, reading in the dark.
Civil was the night at the time of darkness,
A presentation I call it, a mild taste so longed for.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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