When the clouds web a raven moon <br />His thirsty eyes your eyes may meet <br />And unless your senses frigidly swoon <br />Can hear may I have tea and biscuit! <br /> <br />The hungry seeker is ever on roam <br />Carrying in winds his heavy sighs <br />With none to call his own and home <br />Except night's stray passersby! <br /> <br />If you stop some moments with him <br />Can hear war stories and his bravery <br />In soldier's pride his eyes still gleam <br />His eyes are wet when speaks of Annie! <br /> <br />He roams the night till the moon is veiled <br />His home is here this earth his heaven <br />Loving to chat with the souls strong willed <br />About Annie who he left at forty seven!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/annie-14/
