Nights

It was one of the darkest ever night,

Nothing to see at the left or the right,

Lane was flooded with a heavy downpour,

I see a lone paper boat awaiting its harbor,

A muddy weak hut crumpled to the ground,

A broken photo frame is what I just found,

The smoky wick of the burnt white candle,

A swinging saree which was a baby cradle,

I like the darkness and I love the unknown calm,

In solitude as I catch firefly with my palm,

Fake people and faces get hidden in the dark,

Also their negative thoughts, photons, and quark,

Let them think they fooled me on this night,

Even my perception is far from their sight.