THIS MIDNIGHT… / Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra

Poem by Asoke Kumar Mitra
The chime of the clock strikes,
This midnight…
Night birds wandering
Set the souls free
Heart bleeds within
A thousand galaxies exploding
Every night, the desires of flames
You run away from the wounds of life
Painted in red your inspiration
This white space is my canvas to paint
I write for you,
Every day a different hue
We are back
We brought back to love
Lifts our soul higher and higher
Love is deaf, blind whispers
Let the music dictate
This midnight…
(C)Asoke Kumar Mitra. May, 2021

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