When the apparently elongated life <br />Is shortened into some moments, a few hours, <br />Sleep come not in my eyes. <br />After little an hour night will fall; <br />Then profound quietus waits for me, <br />So, why sleep right now? <br />To waste little but precious pulses! <br /> <br />Lethargic state may appear, <br />But my mind won't allow. <br />Mundane hindrance: Shame, Fear, Hatred <br />Mostly produced by the vain, blind souls <br />Have spoiled much time of Time, <br />Too little time left <br />To meet my soul, if possible Him. <br />In hand too little time to recreate. <br /> <br />Recreate in grief- <br />To sweeten great remorse. <br />Much more doings, not concrete, <br />Not of this earth but aerial, <br />Affect from hearts to hearts. <br />I assure you, the mute sound <br />Will reach God, if possible to believe. <br />Sometimes clouds accumulate in joyous sky <br />, <br />Rain falls for a while even <br />In gloomy night, lightning splits <br />The sky where moonbeams played a little before, <br />The Owner of the World betokens His will, <br />But we fail to perceive this truth <br />And in vain as our own use our span. <br /> <br />Though 'tis evening, sleep comes not in my eyes, <br />This harrowing circle I fear not <br />'Cause all the day is gone in waste, <br />Now I'm of none, <br />Now I'm to brood on the rest...<br /><br />AVIJIT MONDAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recreate-in-grief/
