Theme: Distress

Ghouls of Nights

All are afraid of ghouls
Of dark nights 
For they grow piercing claws 
That scratch their peace. 
Sweats keep bleeding 
Down through their temple areas 
Breath almost stops 
Supplying sufficient oxygen 
To their thoughts.
Heart shirks, shrieks
And sucks them 
Of flowing, growing life 
Mouth opens 
But to drink only the tears.
Yet hands desperately try
To open the windows 
Of gagged senses 
To let the fresh air come in 
When grief engulfs them 
In blinding darkness 
On the heartless heath of life.


More By  :  Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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