Prateek Kumar Rai

THE NIGHT

THE NIGHT

The downhearted night,

Moon is radiating bright,
I am at door,
Thinking about shore.
 
Hearkening to the urge,
Of the old lady,
Yearning to save ,
Her submerging son.
 
Cursing to the youth,
 Who are taking selfies, 
Booning to the guard,
Who saved her son.
 
                      - Prateek Kumar Rai