Fog Poem by Binoy Barman

Fog



Night sleeps quietly under the coil of dog
Cats and rats have been ever good friends
White moon gives warmth to the naked fog
When the dream of winter leaves ends.

Let’s pray and wait for a sunny morn
Mystery child keeps on crying in forest
Insects of knowledge are yet to be born
Weary sky commands wary bats to rest.

Drowsy stars read the epic of chilly weather
Prehistoric letters are garbs of woolen climax
Dust and bricks bathe in the shade of feather
Any hue and cry the midnight street lacks.

Grass in gardens has mingled with dew
Their sense of shame frozen in beggar’s bag
Sorrow of torn clothes brings a child new
Alone the electric pillars stand and brag.

A fairy tale the ghostly sons of gloom tell
A guest bird in the hide shudders in fear
Fog, fog, white fog, the fiery wings of hell
Will tomorrow surely be the last day, dear?

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