The evening lights vanish without notice;
now darkness is all one can talk about.
The evening gossip veers towards
a place where nothing ever happens.
Someone comes in to tell me how
my confessions have been ignored.
From somewhere the enemies have procured
mouth and tongue to use them against me.
I think, there are two ways to deal
with the dark mouthing words:
to shout louder than ever so that
even the night trembles and goes still,
or to dissuade oneself from
further speech, further words.
Since it is dark and every whisper
is heard through the night air,
I decide to be a part of the night,
teach myself not to be heard,
but only to lie on the reed-bed and listen
to those reassuring, clear heartbeats.
Bibhu Padhi has published ten collections of poems. His work has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout the English-speaking world. He lives in Bhyubaneswar (India) with his family.