The Monastic Night Comments

I just loved your poem..want more from you

The poet becomes the Knight of darkness here

beggar of night monastic night....the night of darkness where thy heart sought the shelter not like the celestial one but as poetic (here I feel better than to be fabricated soul)

There is no such mourning anywhere- I, the beggar of night, burnt to ashes in own festival In it, you have laid your two hands, in this monastic night- You have a special mind and your thoughts are special. thank u dear poet., tony

A refined poetic imagination, Soumen. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.