Time still moving first by the night <br />when blissful cool by her flapping veil <br />reveled by her immortal mothering soul <br />by embracing all your sorrows from you <br /> <br />and keep you safe on her lap <br />by the lullaby lulled of intoxication <br />repose for the soul by her poised glaze <br />blanketing all the dirty designs of the last hours <br /> <br />the journey as we trudge on <br />still it wakes you by your dream <br />love and life when goes hand in hand <br />breeze blithering by the river side <br />the vale of complete obsessiness <br /> <br />and I find you in peace by the sleep <br />in her deeper deft of delusion <br />expanded from the other side of sea <br />hiding the sorrows by her darkness of wings <br /> <br />next day breaks remembering last night <br />you simply feel her by her softness <br />from the last bit of her moment unveiled <br />as bestowed upon by her mute melody <br />as mellowed deep through your symphony..<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diary-of-the-last-night/
