Nothing To None
The night is sleeping in cold
by RAJAT GHOSH
And an old soul fights bold,
Behind the lake and lonely lane
Upon that bridge and ridge insane.
The day is blowing in business
Coloured clothes come very less,
Beside that little occupied space
A khaki to stretch his hand base.
In between day and night
Sane hours do sweety sight
The horrors of civilization bright
And 'lone pen notes attestation light.
Nothing to say, and none to ring
None to speak and nothing to sing.