Mdantsane Again

and in some coral nights
i see you through panes
in an unblinking sky
stare thoughts in a traveling
glow
outside a mad man lurches
demands to be seen
his thoughts are purple
his voice guttural enduring
the window glass disappears
madantsane
echoes again
in some afterthoughts
of such coral nights.

Poem and Watercolor by Amitabh Mitra