Amit Radha Krishna Nigam writes

NIGHTS

Home from work at midnight.

A street dog announces his drill.

I could shut his limericks off

Anytime with my prude stick.

He would not revolt.

My wife prepares a solution of ginger insomnia

And sleeps off.

Again, I am alone.

Nights expand like an acronym in my mind.

Light bugs watch me watching them.

A lizard shows itself out

From behind the fridge magnets.

It is isolated there during the day.

There are no cockroaches here but sounds

Familiar to their talking, rodents mating,

Squirrel churring. I close the doors,

Turn off the lights and its all peaceful for a while.

But I cannot find a switch to turn off the past

Repeating and whining in my head.

Repeating and whining in my head.

Repeating and whining in my head.

Lonely Night --  Jung-hoon Lee