Before I Go With The Night
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Can you bring me a little warmth?
The night is like an unending tunnel
Ahead looms a long winter month
When I go there won't be a funeral.
Can you not hold me close?
Rub the cold off my heart?
So that when the chill goes
I can blissfully depart.
I am cold as the frosty night's bird
With the smell of warmth under my wing
The sound of my fall if it's ever heard
A dirge for me can you sing?
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