I like the dark

I like the dark.

It makes me feel secure

like a chick feels

in the homely nest

woven by

its momma bird

because of the

unagitated aura around.

The dead air

of the night

makes me feel lively

like the leaves

of the oak tree

planted long back

by a sage

in the desolate plot

half-visible

from my verandah

flutter with joy

in the month of May.