On a Rude Night
Nightmares, as though, scorpions, sting.
Rough truths, within, like owls, spread wing.
What a night! O, what a grim night!
Terror, unknown, rules like a king.
Sleep lies wounded like a torn kite.
Phantoms and vampires show their might.
What a pain! O, what a sharp pain!
Why have graces gone out-of-sight...?
Do sins of day, at night, life-gain?
Have some chemicals filled my brain?
What a death! O, what deathless death!
Why am I, like a culprit slain?
Souls lead me to streams of Lethe.
Each step, I seem losing my breath.
What a woe! O, what a mad woe!
Like very drama of Macbeth...!
Slowly, yet, morning sun-rays glow.
Kissing the blooms the breeze does blow.
What an ease! O, what a still ease!
Calmness, her charming face, does show.
05 June 2022
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
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