Creative Canvass Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

It's a long lone winter-night
Darkness is beautifully bright,
Notorious silence is very noisy
Perhaps a high time for poesy!

A bird would come then sure
With her imaginary wings pure,
O where is the cage to capture
Her sonorous beauty's rapture!

In white sheet someone scribes
How the wings move in both sides!
The humble hunter catches at last
What the wings witness at first.

And thus, words are written pure
In the canvass of creativity sure!