Dark

Dark is essence of things, a thingness
Itself held by scruff by incoming train .
Train brings its darkness from places.

Dark falls as rain drops on moss map
A dark that comes from an outer sky
To beat a moss map into submission.

Rain is the dark thing held by  train
Or coconuts that have lost the moon
From hair, in the night’s rain dance.

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About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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