Slave Of Darkness. Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Endowed with get up of darkness
having thrown on the path of a ruined day
what is your quest for?

The butterfly with its frail wings
is laid somewhere distorted
you can not see!

The swarm of bees flying to sun
are back on the hives.

Who are you to fight with
Of gun and knives?

Your eyes are painted with
earthly clouds
the sky seemingly dark of thunder storm
with the jewels you decorate your shroud.

O'slave of darkness
killing the sons of light
in your own hand
trying for the path to illuminate
who else left to fight?