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Saturday 14 April 2012

My night and I


Since long, I am colored yellow;
Hanging from the sun, I make a girl smile
And her black eyes remind me of night

For years I have been so busy,
I have been to places at the same time,
Here and there, grey and white,
I think I have lost myself
In her hope and her celebration

I hate when the Sun shines for long,
My tired eyes have always looked
For the lady who shines in black;
My head aches and I need her shoulder
And I weep bright
But yet she is nowhere to see

I have seen bleeding knees and wet eyes
And leaves going dry
And so I seek for my night
To make my sorrows blind

-          Shouvik Rryan Roy