Fool Composer Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

At night the clicking songs of second
Scolds the scerene sad silent monument;
And above the yellow half moon so high
Does hide behind tower where clouds lie.
Through the leaves of that giant tree
Night draws a figure white hanging free;
O you dear, nothing here to get any fear
And you and me and lone night are here.

In silent night, the hide-and-seek is on
The half moon witnesses how love gone;
Like the half moon my half love is lost
And all my sleepless nights have no cost;
I am a fool and lie alone on my single bed
To think and compose lines under literary shade.