Saving Grace Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Saving Grace



Night though deep
Still elusive
A drooping eye,
Toss on bed
The thoughts in head
Moon passes by.
Needs a break
But wide awake
The racing mind,
Thinks it best
To forego rest
Search and find.
The night no bliss
Peace goes amiss
A trying time,
Though sleepless
The saving grace
Is a streaming rhyme.

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