Mystic Night Poem by vidyut chakraborty

Accept or not it is up to you.
when your fragrance emits
you lost your claim that is yours.
Enveloped pride peeps out of your cleaves
lukewarm, calm like moonlight from cloud.
Look that slept in your eyelashes
slowly wakes up in this mystic nightfall.
An unseen detachment annexes you
With a touchy hopeful relative sense.
Some one here is getting moonstruck
passing a sleepless night,
On the other end you just sing an endless song
streaming some perfumed memory
in this mystic night.