Still at Midnight

Still at Midnight 

I wake up suddenly at late-night and

Open the window of the breezy-house while searching for 

A blurred line of light;

There flies a flock of wonders filled with clouds

Into the dark sky

I understand, my dear rainbow 

As usual, you're very fine.

At the invitation of the wind, 

There arise heartfelt feelings and some sighs; 

All the ethereal-actors of the amphitheater

Keep in touch with classical dance and  

Hold their hands on this secluded night.

One by one, the leaves are turned upside down, 

Broken and unseen reflecting-images

Approach very speedily

Occasionally a vast extended plain floats 

I know, I had never a walk there 

Yet try to find out the empty-nyctanthes-bed

Still at midnight!

He is a poet cum literary critic



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