Monday, September 4, 2017

Come to me

Come to me on this moonless night
Like the sun does in the morning
Every one I count in a year.
Come to me when the war is over
And thrones settled, crowns worn
And the fields bloodsoaked.
Come to me when the songbird rests
And there's no music to lend my ears.
Come to me when there's nothing left!

 ©Chandrajit Mitra