The Silent Celebration Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Oh how wonderful to celebrate 'the silent celebration' within
When the sweet night brings unexpected tender tears
In my eyes and silent joy springs like a sweet spring.
My heart beats like a drum and fingers shiver in joy;
My mind runs like Olyampian runner with dreams;
Sleepless eyes weave the well-wrought threads of life.
Oh good Morning please come and tell, 'good morning'.
Oh I know that it is your heart's last blessings to me;
My melancholy hope mounts after your broken, dying words.
Where're you today? Where do you live now? I don't know.
I only wait for your return to celebrate, jointly with joy,
The sad success and the subsequent silent celebration.