O Soul Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

It is late past midnight hour
And one soul rests to gain power,
The broken window sees the moon
Subconscious soul sings sorry notes soon.

And then when unconsciously closes the eyes
Numberless promises rattle with the lyric of lies,
In dream let the ego to interpreate the sweet dreams
And a Freudian friend would find some dreadful links.

In the dawn, the dream would be broken
With an alarming agitation of time as token,
O Soul, ask your spirit how was the night past
And then, would you to copy a thesis at last?

It is morn, and if you sing the song
The identical day would be too long...