Bleached, <br />The night looked <br />A huge ghost <br />Walking backwards <br /> <br />The wind blowing <br />From the ancient banyan <br />On the village outskirts <br />Hooted like a giant owl <br /> <br />The sea looked muddy <br />And the rivers felt dry <br />Thoughts were scattered <br />By the banyan wind <br />Like sand granules at storm <br /> <br />In the corridors <br />Well lighted, peopled, <br />Perfumed n jewelled <br />Is heard a shriek of emptiness that <br />I tried to muffle in vain!<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-emptiness-of-self/
