Middle Age Time Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya

In this middle age
night
illusive sleep
with or without dream!
And the clock remains dumb!
Yet we move on and on
smiling face silver and gold
under the sleeping bones! The lighted
mirrors
fading bright!
With all our promise
every night!
Still we run for our
home
sweet roof! Standing floor!
Still we crawl for our
living even on
wrong time!
For the wrong cause
With the wrong ones!
This middle age time
makes us such!
Sailing smooth
under the sun
every night!
Illusive sleep!