BEFORE THE END OF NIGHT

From where, the wretched calls

Coming in the midnight,

On the layer of wind, is it droplet

Of dews, or dripping the eyes,

Whose voice echoing in the

Valley, is it the breathing

Or else, why the mist becoming

Dense, flowers are falling

Before the mellowness,

In the infinite hush, what’s sound

Of breaking, or someone

Whispering the last desire to say

Entire life’s saga, undisclosed

Wounds of heart, a blazing

Of injured emotion,

Is it knocking the door somebody

To show the bleeding chest,

Who is walking on the

Edge of sharp vertical broken

Glass, is it mystic night of

Graveyard, the shadows are

Burning, what’s that, in the smoke

Sparkling points or something

Wants to say good-bye, desires

A release from the trap of

Adoration, possession,

Night has no answers, as reticent

Keeps itself in isolate, probably

It laughs, is moon is sinking

Into the lake of life, who

Knows the trace of morning

Please wait before the end of night,
Do not remove the face dear 
Let me live to some moment in your
Mystic eyes, here is my destination, 

• -- SHANTANU SANYAL