Glass


​Reading the silent night’s
despair in the poetry
of raindrops on my glass.

I wondered once
What good would it do if you too
had a glass like this.

Ever since that night
I have tried to rhyme my words
like those rolling drops.

For may be someday somewhere
Those words I pen could be
That glass your eyes would see.

© Arindam Dey

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