Sunday Poetry by Tulsi Karmakar

Night

I'm tired, Try to refresh myself, On a bed beside window.

I watch, Slowly, silently, gently, Night is come. Ponds, path, tree, house covered with dark. No pain, no perfume Only invisible black. It's a magic particle. Where is shape? Vanish! Feelings Eyes, out of order.

But thinking are still working. Now, I'm captured by sleep. Dream is come. Without eye, I see. Colour & shapes, all are back. Wow! how is possible?

May be, might be, must be, At least, a god particle or, One atom of universe exist in mind. Tick, tick, tick Right........ Let's enjoy the night.

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