Night Poem

In the dark night there is no sound
Except the patter of the rain
And the ticking of the clock;
The rain falls on my window pane
Like it has things to say,
But does not know the way.

I’ve been lying awake some time
As dark thoughts stir in my deep:
The poem brewing in my heart
Won’t let me fall asleep;

In the flickering light of the lamp
The idea that was lurking already
Transforms itself like the falling rain
And comes back in shape of words to me.

Diptesh Ghosh