Midnight Poem by Saroj Padhi

Realisations are few and far between.
But at midnight that to under bare sky
thoughts take on a soft, mystic hue
as the whole cosmos trolls the eye;

the being turns trifle to levitate in air
like feather of birdie dropped unaware
saddled on beams enjoying dream-fly
I love taking wings to reach new high;

shoring up taut, tottering relationships
with new logic, mending wrong thoughts
bursting with the hope of blooming
like the bud of dawn, from dark knots;

back to self, midnight reveals wonders
barriers fritter in beams' soft showers.