Pradip Chattopadhyay - five past three

I know what time it is
At your place five past three
Night's thinning for goodbye kiss
You are sunk in poetry!

Moon seeks recline to west
Stars are craving dawn of sun
Yet your mind hasn't found rest
Chasing words on the free run!

Go to sleep angel tarry not
Before the fire burns you whole
For the coming day spare a thought
Close eyes till the night is coal!

You need to stop before hours grow small
Birds wake up in dewy rain
Rest my angel can't catch them all
Your poems of joy and pain!

Pradip Chattopadhyay

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