I climbed with a candle
To see the ray of your eyes
No doors were open
Not even a window
The lock
Which I have lost the key was dancing with a smile
In that lonely night
I have lost the roots
I have lost the rout
The leaves of memory were falling beside like a
threads less kite
No one is there to picked up
Not even me
I am in search of your eyes
Where i kept my broken ships
The soundless sound of melancholy
The string less guitar of your heart
The trembling lips of wind
Gradually swallowed me up
Like a python of the dark
With a solitary bee
Under a solitary tree
I buried
The last leaf of my lonely night.
Raju Baruah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-leaf-of-my-lonely-night/
