Morning sings the blues
As an ode for my lover;
The night weeps along.
©Chandrajit Mitra

Wrinkles on your face
And the beauty in your heart
Were all that he loved.
©Chandrajit Mitra

I gazed at the moon
And the stars and the clouds too
I gazed forever.
©Chandrajit Mitra

Touch my hands once more
Say that the world belongs to
The love we have sewn.
©Chandrajit Mitra