The Dark Has No Essence

I am walking on footpath Like to walk lonely Walking on the grassy bed of nature On the vast heart of field at dusk When ducks come back When chicks with hens come back When cows come back with calves When farmer comes back with plough behind bulls When birds find nest by screeching at evening When the sun goes to another longitude with latitude When dark of night comes back with moon When stars twinkle from the far distance When lizards call those who are hidden to play on wall When farmer's wife kindles evening lamp and fans by hand When I find myself in the middle of dark Around of me the dim earthly star of kerosene in village I like to walk; like to be wanderer I like to live in dark I like to talk with myself The twilight spirit hugs me The dark loves me lonely The dim moonlit spares me to stay alone as owl Only I'm observing, only seeing Looking at nothing All are crossing me just I'm seeing No one is looking at me just seeing And I'm walking I like to walk lonely And I like to talk with myself only Nothing I know still what is my talking with me Nothing I know what is the firmed topic of speech Nothing I know what is the plot of speech; scenery Nothing I know what is the thinking- which encourages to walk lonely In dark only But know that a wall can keep aside the light But know that moving on orbit the dark falls on earth where I live The Dark has no essence But for another part of mind I carry the dark into myself I do not know; nothing of this dark After all I am in dark Although it has no entity in every atom of physics Yet I walk lonely; walk in dark May be no need in dark the hypocritical mask -08/04/18