രാത്രിയിലെ കഴുവേറ്റ്

തൂങ്ങുവാൻ നേരമായപ്പോൾ
മൂങ്ങകൾക്കു പ്രമാദമായ്

മിഴിച്ച കണ്ണുകൾ മൂടി
ഇരുട്ടുചാക്കു വീഴവേ

കഴുത്തിൽ കുരുങ്ങി കൊച്ചു-
കയറായ് വന്ന കാറലും

This poem is, at the same time, about night and about a hanging / execution.

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