Poem – River at Night – Yuyutsu Sharma

Dark night 

I cannot see the river. 

I can only 

hear it thundering rumble. 

A water well explodes 

enamored in the fleshy 

clutch of fluffy 

clouds, making a cave of this gorge. 

Only fingers of the fireflies 

illuminate its shape, the wild limbs, 

as the river fumbles 

curled around the hefty thighs of the night 

to find a wink of sleep.