Author Hiren Bhattacharyya He is sitting sullenly, The pale night on his lap Like a child, just dead. Failure! I know not thy other names Thou may be a heap Of murky sky. Who knows, in which part of the sky, These pale dim infernos Lie slumbering on! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments