I immerse myself
in the deathliness of the night,
touch her bruised heart,
become one with her grief.
And she expresses me,
in the anguish,
of the incompleteness of her oceans.
...And awash with a holy sorrow,
in the profundity of her dewdrops.
Sarvesh Kulkarni
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tryst-with-night/
