Love To Pronounce Poem by Neela Nath Das

In the morning,
when I first
see day-break,
then I love
to pronounce
your name.
When the sun
stands in the
middle of the
sky then my
shadow gets small.
Does your shadow
take the same
shape? I think
and pronounce
your name.
In the afternoon,
when the earth
becomes shaded
and the sky
is filled
with motley color,
I pronounce your
name with love.
At night,
I send my invisible
mails on white page,
and of course, I
pronounce your name.
But, when night wears
the darkest cloak,
I wipe my mails,
because, I know,
you don't pronounce
my name!