Getting Lost

Turn on bed To make the dream secured And see on the screen the drama Of a life-verified and stamped. See through window The curtain of light getting paled As feet get burnt on tar coated road To chase the frame that vomits shit Dipping the face into the drain: shamed Curse the pigeons That pass insulting tones nibbling Eyes with rising dust of apprehension When the sun interrupts the night as It comes into her grasp- stealthily Torch the hour That gives birth to the moon When she succumbs to his song As silence plays the lilting music And her forefathers are tied to the post.