In A Moonlit Night Poem by dipak adhya

she often comes to me
When dark night descends
All the people of house are in deep sleep
The dim light of the night lamp
Makes the room silvery
I look at my daughter's face
She is huddled into her mother's breasts
The nocturnal birds' scratching sound
Only is heard by me
Then she comes.
She comes unobtrusively
Into my room
And I go there slowly.

I enlighten the room
And the canvas gradually
Becomes darkened
Just then I see her, My beloved
In the form of moonlit night
In front of me!