Invisible Elves Of Dead Moments Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The clock died in the evening; no sense of time;
Around my night-house seems somebody loitering..

Blowing hard ; doors, windows tapping, rapping...
Just then heard a knock on the west-side window.

Without thinking pros and cons opened a leaf...
With lightning speed two skinny hands entered
and nipped my throat; pulled me out smartly.

A group of invisible elves of dead moments
opened my skull; nibbled my brain-worms.