When awake
Without break
Thoughts pour,
Each hammer
Each clamor
Open door.
Hue and shade
Play in head
Craft design,
Words galore
More and more
Grow the line.
Sigh cheers
Joy tears
All the kind,
Sweet sour
Sun shower
Way they find.
Hands ache
Force a break
Eyes tire,
Seek rest
In sleep’s nest
In dream’s attire.
There too come
In ears strum
Strange refrain,
Without recess
The thoughts chase
Joy and pain.

Pradip Chattopadhyay

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