A Sudden Chair-Dream Poem by Dipankar Das

A sudden chair-dream
An angel was seen,
Slowly did she come,
Holding my feeble hand;
Gazing with thousand deepness; Beckoning me to somewhere, unknown.

I wish she will come,
Perhaps in a milder night,
When calmness will love my room; Only the smaller hand of my watch will run...

Now, around my emaciated wrists
I feel the untouched softness of her hand...

She'll come and take me away
To that unknown world of repose?