All Night

When came the dark night,

I stabbed her

And drew some ink to write.

With this ink

I scribbled a poem

On the doors of my beloved.

The fuming ink

Spewed heat

That the doors could not bear

The doors burned

And groaned in pain

Which the balm of

Frozen relation could not contain.

All night

With one hand

I kept caressing them

And with the other

I kept burning them.

All night….

All Night first appeared in eFiction India Volume 3, Issue 2