sourav sarkar


Its 1: 37 Now - Poem by sourav sarkar

ITS 1.37 NOW
Everybody fallen asleep , its 1.37 now
Silence and angels and fantasy will flow
Impatient mind
And have a heart too, undesired
Clinching and fluctuating , unstated
With an eye of curious kind.
Oh! Its 1.37 now
No more again,
Such blank expression
Neither a gibber nor a blab
The words fall short
Dawn is on a way to dusk
Close the window
Close the task
Hurry its 1.37 now, its time to go.

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WRITTEN AT 1: 37 AM AT NIGHT.1 HOUR HAVE TAKEN TI CONSTRUCT IT.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013



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