Call some Doctor!

Someone has bayoneted the
 moon in the ribs;
the moonlight is vomiting blood,
the blood has been put
in the bowl of milk;
the light of twinkling star
is gasping on the doorstep
of the bleeding night!
The Life is howling!!

Call some Doctor,
some Doctor of Lights!!!!!

---daman
28/07/2010

(on some friends request I translated my blog 'Chananan da Vaid'. This poem was written during a battle on a moonlit night --Daman)