it is yet night deep
I have to close my eyes now
For the next day’s coffee
And a few spoons of dream
May be sweet or sour that happens to happen
By the rucks of joy or ricks of anger
till sun comes to its usual repose
the patterned by the light and shadow
as we do feel happiness and sorrow
across the life and death spatial
when day is not far off from the dark
clock still reads the carvings by the path
green meadow when mellowed
by its beauty green on the canvas
eyes when transfixed by the desire
passion yet half opened by the colors
night when breaths by deep wilderness,
hours when slowly melt
into the galore of tonight
heart when unconquered by the thirst
Dr subhendu kar
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