Saturday night in every week is fully mine.
I suck the pleasure as one drinks the last drop of wine
Evening passes and midnight comes slowly.
Everyone sleeps but I wake the night silently.
In my solitary room I sit on my chair
And free my mind like the fresh air.
Then I talk to myself for an hour
And start to work with my creative power.
When the creative thought comes to my head
I fully forget to go to bed.
I feel relaxed and become so happy
When my creative thought talks to me.
I take my favourite pen and my diary
To compose the song on my Love, the fairy.
I finish my work by the dawn.
Then I go to bed to sleep the whole morn.
Every Saturday night is special for me
As for this night I wait for the whole week eagerly.
The Saturday night gives me intense joy
As on my wings I do soar freely in the sky.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@April26,2015(1: 20am) .
The Saturday night gives me intense joy As on my wings I do soar freely in the sky. Beautifully written.10
I do soar freely! ! But, do watch your steps. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written. ++10