The Night

a poem by Akhil Kumar Mishra

It was a night
The night without scorpions
Still a sting lurked there
A cry away from humanity.

Is it so?
If you have a chance to come in the Day
You come in the middle of the night.

But the night is there,
When you come
Day gets extended into nights
And nights into day.

It is still debated
Who came in the night
And who invited.