Wanted Pregnancy Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Madness rests with joy of lost
When the values have no cost;
The aching mind finds pleasure
Establishing a faint link however.

You and me talking in night's fantacy
With a hope of future's great ecstacy;
The crumbled bed sheet does witness
The lost solitary madness more or less.

Every click of seconds madness warns
And my sick secondary pleaaure burns;
In every meeting at secret lonely night
Mad muse smile with smiling ray bright.

And an 'wanted' pregnancy gives birth
And creativity smiles with painful mirth.