Midnight's Blessings Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Midnight's Blessings

When the restless time blows its horn,
My heart wakes up with its lonely song.
It beats the mind with sensory stick,
Rakes the senses to seed the freak.
And love wakes for its lonely version,
Bitchly tidings are still on their run.

I am ready to sleep in forecasting dream,
In the golden grip of silence stream.
When love hoisted to spell the beach,
In God's routine for the procreative list.
Overshadowed me in close-eyed view,
A nursing warmth radiates in the heart to glow.
For the grains of divinesupplied to man,
To settle his home and swims its charm.

The dark night revolves and reverses the pain,
It is time to bury worriesand to feed on gain.
When shaking leaves wishper to feel our streams,
Life is eased off its whole to live up our dreams.
His watching remains for thepeacefulzest,
Even birds sleep in the serenity round the nests.

Pleasure dip is such darkness I never knew,
Only pleasure flights make life brew.
The shadow of love where whole realm rests,
The meddlesome spirit only dim and repent.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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