The Night Drippings

In that darkness
some colours brightened
some minds blackened

The night as ever
is dripping blood.

Where?

Somewhere or other
between the poles

How much?

At dawn you can
measure by gallons.

Why?

I’m as dumb
as the dead at the night.

poem by Sathya Narayana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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