Sunday, February 14, 2016

It's past three in the morning

It's past three in the morning
And the stale coffee marks
Have not spoken a single word
Yet.
It's past three in the morning
And somewhere a youth
Is getting wasted
In lies and kisses.
It's past three in the morning
And in some time again
the giant clock would sing
For the lady he never knew.

©Chandrajit Mitra