A lazy thought

A lonely night,

Spent in the forest,
Where the land shone,

With a silvery hue,

Along with,
A billion and more,

Twinkling diamonds,
And a spotted, yellow,
Quarter eaten moon,

A cool breeze
Rustled guiltily,

Through the bamboo groves,
Creatures wild and unknown,
Somewhere far roared.
Staring at nothing,
I contemplated, lazily,
My life is perfect.

Well almost.
You are sometimes missed,

Though.
© 2009 Rituparna Das