My Nights

Poem By Bichitra Anand

My Boudoir sigh in midnight
In darkness, I sing a dirge for you
Crawling on floor, on bed
Dejected, stinged all over body.

Letters, chits and notes
Inlands, envelopes and post cards
Cassettes​, photos and paintings
Obsolete recorder and camera
Everything wag on my bed
Under my pillow​, quilt.

I read your cramped letters
Listen your voice in cassettes already mingled
Clasp them in my arms
Feel hapless, destabilized
Expect my long cherished visitant
To come and console anyday
Ending my life with bliss.

Comments about My Nights

In Darkness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I read your cramped letters Listen your voice in cassettes already mingled Clasp them in my arms... ending life with a bliss.. love and peace, remembrances, reminiscences, thoughts, love anguished heart.. .. thank u for this poem dear poetess. tony
My Boudoir sigh in midnight In darkness, I sing a dirge for you Crawling on floor, on bed Dejected, stinged all over body. Letters, chits and notes Inlands, envelopes and post cards Cassettes​, photos and paintings Obsolete recorder and camera Everything wag on my bed Under my pillow​, quilt. I read your cramped letters Listen your voice in cassettes already mingled Clasp them in my arms Feel hapless, destabilized Expect my long cherished visitant To come and console anyday Ending my life with bliss. - - - - - - - - I could not leave out any stanza from quoting as all are so beautiful., The anguished heart of the lover clasps to the tit bits of memories of love scattered around him.
Bed of any human in love carries all the essentials for peace.But, girls once married, throw everything.They do it under compulsion.Nice description of your lovelorn 🌃.10


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