Nice The Nights Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Nice night bleaches the bridges
Breezy wind never could sack the urging
Just to clear up orthodox ditching
From the monastery my heart lambs
To lamp to cheer up clear cunningness
All the time combat hardly to defy
Destitute desires make my nerve irreversible
During the thrust of natural melancholic divinity

Night nice but laboring hands the clock
Triggering to draw a finishing fable
Fabulously yearning high to dictate heavy
Hovering

You my dear dwells roughly beyond my ego level
Merging with the mist of never ending symphony
Unheard yet by all but thirsting ever to catch its drop
My low level victory organized to be overpowered
By time itself that knows the beauty of
Diminishing tranquility which you define
All the time as the nectar of flowering hell
Promise I my foot on its decoded vanity
Begins every time as explained by you
The heaven of immortal placidity!

Pranab k c
03/04/2018