Whisper Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Every night when the whisper calls
Behind the veils of road-side stalls,
How joyous the joy of lonely night
Amidst the darkness of street light.

The road is dark and silently moving
The whisper is still and yet coming,
The night screams and the lonely owl
The 'baul' sings the sorry songs of foul.

A shadow walks to taste the night liquor
And his lost soul is but a sorrow-speaker,
The whisper is on and on till lights peep
Whisper is gone as so called still stalls sleep.

After the midnight toil, nature is awakening
With chirping whispers of early sunshine.