The night crushes the day to death
And I live by night.
Midnight begins yet another new day
And I my prayer
For the coming of the night.
*
I am of the living dead
Life begins at night
The sun brings its blinding rays
So I my prayer
For the blackening of the light
*
The dead shall soon live again
Till then it is night.
*And till I live again, days
Are only numbers
For me to chase, to their death.
*
Till dead can live in light
They must love the night
And till I live again, day
Is just a number
For me to chase, to its death.
**
J J Puthucheary, 4 December 1958