it is yet night deep <br />I have to close my eyes now <br />For the next day’s coffee <br />And a few spoons of dream <br /> <br />May be sweet or sour that happens to happen <br />By the rucks of joy or ricks of anger <br />till sun comes to its usual repose <br />the patterned by the light and shadow <br /> <br />as we do feel happiness and sorrow <br />across the life and death spatial <br />when day is not far off from the dark <br />clock still reads the carvings by the path <br /> <br />green meadow when mellowed <br />by its beauty green on the canvas <br />eyes when transfixed by the desire <br />passion yet half opened by the colors <br /> <br />night when breaths by deep wilderness, <br />hours when slowly melt <br />into the galore of tonight <br />heart when unconquered by the thirst<br /><br />Dr subhendu kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yet-the-night-sleeps/
