Last night,
it did't rained
although it brought a message of fright.
Standing by the window
I starred at the sky
Wondering about a thousand tale
with mesmerizing dreams
and it led me to loss my sight.
What if the wind blows strongly
What if the thunder strikes and
its lightning touches my soul,
What if the rain falls and its soft
drops kisses my forehead.
Carrying my errotic thoughts
I stepped out of my shelter.
The weather was cloudy
Yet the half moon was still smilling
I stood under a tall bannyan tree
and heard the buzzing sound of bee
Even some horror cries of owl
was free to frighten me.
Now, as I mounted upto the hearings,
Deep inside me someone was calling
Stop there or you might fall,
I shouted and cried
But no one there found me dull
A strong wind blewed
And it forced me to sit aside the tree
Once again I starred at the sky
The clouds were still there
and the moon although smilling
yet a little bit harder.
I glanced at the sky
unaware of the time
soon the cooling air of the
dreadful night made me asleep
and after a moment or so
I found myself
On the edge of my bed.
Jashingpha Gogoi.