THE DROP OF MOONLIGHT 

wet days are no more, flew away 

all the rain clouds in unknown space 

droplets of windowpanes dried - 

soon, gradually disappeared fireflies,

vivid moth left broken wings,

low tide of seashore had written few 

lines on the left over sand bed,

lovely moments of proximity were -

astatic, flown towards the slope, found

probably the lost path of wilderness,

time didn't look back, though I  

remained stand still near the memory,

all friends of my childhood encircled

the emotion before the sun set,

in the twilight your fingers touched the

dead sentiments, filled the fragrance,

when moon floated on the sky -

I tried my best to bloom with hundreds

petals, do not know that why fell

down delicate dream on the arcade of

life, night passed with distress mood,

eyes searched for a drop of moonlight !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL