The Monastic Night Poem by Soumen Chattopadhyay
The Monastic Night
Alone you've laid your hands in lamentless darkness
The evening has also set in for me
What to give in people's hand?
The heart is filled with Baishali town
Asking for some flowers in the darkness unhindered....
Amrapali is the easy necessity of life
Gradually in the blood-burnt darkness, ethereal wave
There is no such mourning anywhere-
I, the beggar of night, burnt to ashes in own festival
In it, you have laid your two hands, in this monastic night-
beggar of night monastic night....the night of darkness where thy heart sought the shelter not like the celestial one but as poetic (here I feel better than to be fabricated soul)
There is no such mourning anywhere- I, the beggar of night, burnt to ashes in own festival In it, you have laid your two hands, in this monastic night- You have a special mind and your thoughts are special. thank u dear poet., tony
A refined poetic imagination, Soumen. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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4/26/2024 7:26:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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