What memories have etched this incision in the night?
My heart will crumble without a reason in the night.
The throbbing in the air is the labour of my breathing,
Ardour of the sighs is a petition in the night.
Icebergs implode like a fireball of miseries,
The tranquil marina is a prison in the night.
The splinters of my grief are a burst of starfish,
Scattered on the seaside like lesions in the night.
The wind was my friend when the wind was my enemy,
The fellowship was a weird indecision in the night.
The crown was foisted on a perfidious mermaid,
Lend me the assassin of the season in the night.
Malice of the machetes meanders under minarets,
The shish kebab was once a heathen in the night.
Shrapnel whistle over the barbed line of enemy;
Your God is a nuclear perdition in the night.
You will be hanged like a puppet on the scaffold,
Uma your serenade is a treason in the night.