Ode to the twilight

As your unbearable ecstasy carts off my improbability, O twilight,
Root not the embrace out of my beloved’s weary eyelids
Hush not my myriad desire, for it dreads the labouring quiet
The mourning dew lies upon as chaunting of the choir fades.

[Dhaka, February 14, 2014]

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