Mirage
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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moonlight's shadows on bats' wings
in the sky the stars abound
but keep me busy so many things
my eyes are stuck in ground.
my mind is stuck in arithmetic
the end of day accounts
so little time to be romantic
unfelt has lost all count.
croons unheard the unseen nightjar
lusty owls' eyes glow
my mind still finds too little to stir
to pause a while go slow.
mystic night is lilting unheard
the moon still hopeful round
I'm busy picking the shards
of a mirage strewn around.
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