Midnight Prayer – a poem by Prasanta Verma

Midnight Prayer

It is not simply 
For evening breeze, 

Dark pond, lustrous inky 
Sky, hum of crickets, 

Cool grass, evensong 
Of creatures, that she

Emerges. It is the lure 
Of soul awakening,

Nudging, prodding,
Drawing her into depths

Visible only at night. She
Roams moon-soaked fields,

Slips in the swirling river.
Awakened from death,

She finds herself
Where she started—

On bloody knees, halfway
Between dusk and dawn.

Prasanta Verma‘s poetry has been published in Relief JournalBarren Magazine, Bramble Lit Mag, and is upcoming in Without a Doubt, a New York Quarterly anthology. Verma tweets @VermaPrasanta, and feel free to stay connected with her by signing up for her newsletter at www.prasantaverma.com.

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