TIME TO SIT QUIET...

You wished to move away
From this place to some place else
It is a terrible day
Crossing over the hill into the deep sea

You stood transfixed by his gaze
Memories never move away like people
Your words have grown into a secret song
The winter has come at my window

Let us sit face to face
Till the dark comes on
We are searching childhood memories
Time to sit quiet face to face

Midnight has come into our eyes
Never pluck the night flowers
Let it be where it is
If you love me, close your eyes

In tranquility...

Asoke Kumar Mitra