Good Night; An Unsettled End Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Goodnight, : An unsettled end

When I tear up my dream
Between two beautiful sleeps,
With the screen of a Goodnight
My heart tries me down so deep.

It nudges me hard
With a thump in the chest,
Like a singing bird
To fly high to the crest.

A heap of utter loneliness
Crushes the most graceful word,
With its long compressed lips
To jump over the Goodnight grid.

The barbarous word
With its silencing dose,
Beat me hard
When I am inching close.

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