My Pensive Night Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Lying on bed, my mind is pensive
As the deserted streets of the town.
The curved moon peeps through
My window reminding me
The bye-gone days of sorrows,

The illuminating streetlights,
Are unable to brighten my
Dark-spotted heart, the heart
My only treasure to give her.
My eyes have become gray
With the dealing of gray society.
Ears are unable to hear the yells
Of springtime's sights and sounds.
My dearest heart only feels the
Presence of my God.

My every nerve seems to be drunk
With the most powerful sedatives
Of this universe, never before I took.
I strike my head upon the bed,
I slowly plunge into deep ocean
Of sorrows and suffering, not knowing
Where to go to console myself.
I can't resist the unfathomable darkness
Slowly entering into my heart.
O God ! Save me or destroy me.