Black Night

"You don't belong here!" They said. They doubted the authenticity Of my identity. Black night bade me come in, Provided I sang a song. Paroxysms of regret filled my song; The monotonous song from my ektara. It was a parody of how the sun rises; And zoetropically sets. To unveil the black night. It felt as though the pants had been Yanked right off my melancholy. The polka dot boxers underneath Were memories, regrets and yearnings. They were scattered like foreign coins On the side walk and Not even beggars could pick them up For they were worthless in that country, Corresponding to nothing but themselves. To be righteously indignant and selfish, Black night taught me. My packing paraphernalia converged In the room where I kept the tune of my Monotonous song and soundless ektara. My host though bright and caring, Had hidden many truths from my soul For fear it would be broken further. I pulled the pants of pride up My melancholy and gathered my shekels. I shuffled off into the next chapter of life, An instructive detour complete. Black night wiped off my invisible tears. Black night was a knight in white But unrighteous in his cause which he Veneered behind a triad to give it colour. Black night bade me come in, Provided I sang a song. Paroxysms of regret filled my song; The monotonous song from my ektara. As I struck its string Black night nodded his head As if enjoying the sound of my sorrow. Black night deceived me!