another day I met her on the field
in my heart a passion wakes
how many have fallen asleep, only I have stayed awake
to see the face of the sky
drunken fugitive moon,
clouds scattered in your eyes............

a spider's torn web
dangling moon
was lost
and gone
forgetting her

longing for love
dream and desire

sleep does not come, is there any end ?

(C)asoke kumar mitra, feb,2015