Carnival Nights

Amitabh Mitra

an evening creaks in

touching shadows with a tinge

of smile

a slow release laughter

aloe and wild grass shake to

jazz moments

tiredness breaks its shackles

ran the curves of a distant sun

words lost its way home

as usual

a poem unwound itself

from an angle of your eye

mdantsane bursts itself in a mayhem

of another carnival night.

With the kind permission of the author


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