The night was grey, so full of danger
Best of the sun passed away hours ago,
Spectre, that's all in bunch returned
Is again in my name,
I was caressed by gentle wind
Dock of love, again, full of care
Betwixt ', All but mere consolation, now,
Seemed to be, yet, I'mma quite full;
Last hour's, the night's pressure
Licking my neck, said, asif, I'm not alone
So I love the season, -best of all, but
I'm yet to be prepared for this, Love,
Mantle of distance volcanoes were vivid
And I downward the lane of village, as I,
Being simplest of simple humans,
Tried to be not upset;
Laughters of true genious of mind,
Smiles of true hope of heart,
Now, seeming to be my prey
So I return,
Until the deep sea, of knowledge,
Comes to prove me, genuine;
Whom but I counted my own is gone
Very early of my life, but, now
She, in some of tryst of night
Amazing to be again in my dream
But I don't care, for, love is better than
All those, hate, ferocity, destruction -
So I, with the grey danger of night
Dream again, to have all but I had
To see through life a better new, coming.
Place: Srirampur, Nadia
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