For Sleep..

It is when Sleep’s God a’ roving,
its psalm resounds in me.
It is when my thoughts a’ hoving
o’er dreamy dreams of thee;
like aves at eventide a’ crooning;
and weary fawns and deers platooning;
like sparrow’s wings that flutter nigh-
in bits and sweets who chatter by.

At silence, when the mind’s in rest,
this mortal frame be leaving.
and gently swelling up the chest,
my quiet heart- relieving.
Like shrills of whistle (proud) a’ blowing,
at summer’s morn the lochs a’ glowing,
day’s lassitude formed upon my eyes.
no more are in dream’s enterprise.

~Shamik Banerjee~

Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with solitude and poetry provides him happiness. 
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