Yuyutsu Sharma - River at Night

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.

Yuyutsu Sharma

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