je ratay mor duar guli - At the Death of Night
- Pratik Ghosh
- Jan 22, 2016
- 1 min read
The night when the storm shattered my doors
You entered my room.
I didn’t know.
All was dark.
The lamps went shut.
I stretched my arms.
Sought help in vain.
A bad dream I thought, lying in the dark dorm
Alas your victory pennon was only the storm.
In the morning, I saw you standing there
Amidst my emptiness that has filled the sphere.
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