Gloom in Glee
by Shahinur Islam
What a feeling this night awakes!
The hostile sun’s taken leave for a few hours,
the sky is busy with the needle works of light,
the stars and the planets are telling tales of their mutual glories,
and in the exposed form of the universe
where I’m wrapped up in one-track mind,
there lies a window like a telescope.
As if it were a tele-flute
devoted to enthralling me
with all the symphonies of the night.
In such a sweet moment
wind, too, crawls up like breathing of leaves
and holds the grille of the window
in the name of love
so as to caress me.
There isn’t only you to share this glee with!
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