Friday, October 23, 2015

Another poem by Harika

Nights

by Harika Kottakota



There is a certain holiness

To lullabies on those peaceful nights

When the flashes of white and crimson

Beneath my eyelids

Cease

Tremors can’t pass through my skin

As the voices marring my conscience

With their weeping agony

Hush

Darkness is simply a passing stranger

And the emerald-eyed ravens

Hunting my teardrops are nowhere


In sight


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