The lights are very bright
And even after you fall asleep
They remain here
Making test on the chest of sleep
Still what a miracle that
Remains Some fog-filled night
With grey darkness , Mechanical sounds
Sometimes irritatingly and sometimes silently
Keep bothering you for twenty-four hours
Still what a wonder that
Remains Between both the ears
The sound of dew dripping on the damp leaves
At the third hour of the night
At midnight is rising
Above your balcony
When the sleepy ochre moon is sliding on the ground
Caressing the heads of the wet grasses
The awkward wind like a punctured wheel
Then you tell me-
You pulled me so far away from home
With such great successes After
What are you doing here?
With dim eyes
In search of you we wander
Today, some wandering tune
Surprises you by its very presence here
Like the mist stuck in the mountains
Roams inside you some name is lost
Some face changes not even a voice remains
By which you can be identified
The right knee which burst had to fall today
The hand had to go from the window pane to the lump on my head
Again and again and again
After all, by what right
Can you scold me
In front of your lover!'
Night of sorrow, night of memories
In irritation you say such things-
In front of someone which you have never said
Listen,
Like a bubble on a glass window
In the balcony of this lonely night
You are not alone
From so far away in his deep sleep
Roaming around you
For who knows what favour
There is someone else also saying thanks to you,
whose voice I am addressing you here
Thank you so much for reading. Have a good day 鈽猴笍 馃檹 