She Comes To My Mind Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
She Comes To My Mind
On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream
She comes to my mind
Like twin moon on still water
A pallid reflection
Broken to fragments
In wind’s touch
Sinking into muddy depth
Till a fish breath bubble
Catches a miniature moon
The night whispers
Too soon too soon
She’s gone to the stars!
On its sleepy stairs
The pond weaves me a dream
When moonlight bares
In my eyes
Night dew's gleam!
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