In your eyes I watched fireflies dancing
I listen a song within my heart,
shredded, broken, whispers......
at dusk
listening the music of falling leaves

laid bare
my heartaches

to night, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite different
from being lonely

love forever means an empty room
midnight traps
grow around

In your eyes I find lost manuscripts
of my poems........




(C) asoke kumar mitra, april 6, 2015  :22.03 India, Kolkata.