Night is frozen and full of dust, <br />Nocturnal creatures are out on lust, <br />Trainee painters colored the earth, <br />Using the shades of grey at the brush, <br />A few take the paint in the bucket, <br />Splatter the darker grey on the forest, <br />They think to color the rivers of blue, <br />Adding the grey to the blue, make it dark, <br />How hard they paint the civilization black, <br />The lights of men make it bright, <br />Bored of painting on the roads, <br />back alleys are pained with what they have, <br />Forgotten the painting of the sea, <br />They throw their balance paint and brush into it, <br />Before they finish the job and get paid, <br />The cleaner of the earth arrives from the Vacuum, <br />Sucked in all the dust from the horizon, <br />The perfectly visible earth emerges, <br />After the thawing of its all nightly desires.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-workers/
