Gateman Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Open the door, gateman
Open the door for me
Break out of dream if you can
It’s long since you slept to lullaby.
I know you’re tired
Of counting each grass in the park
It’s not what you aspired
The drowsy trills of the lark.
You surely have no clue
Here amid the flowers
With so little to do
Why counting the weary hours.
In the summer’s burning glow
Your sweats bring dazed dreams
And knowing the winds won’t blow
Your surround in despair dims.
Open the door, gateman
Open the door for me
Get out of dream if you can
From the delirious lullaby.
For once show me your eyes
Where the dreamy slumbers loom
Amid flowers grown in sunrise
Seeding flowers that won’t bloom.