Morbid skies
Bid farewell to the clouds;
Catacombs rejoice
As they remove their shrouds.
Slowly silently treads
Night,
Bidding adieu to the fading light.

You close your fearless eyes,
Rest them in your dusk of lies.
I kiss you
On your forehead
The part between your brows
which u said,
Hurts.

And you question the world,
And all that it has ever hurled,
At you,
In spurts.