Winter cat deepens night,
Sleepless truth.
Northern corridor discovers
the Seraglio.
Crafty window
of broken eyes.
Long wine-note unread…
All your ladette phase, I guess.
But I never known of your graveyard
you built.
Annal of winter extends the portrait…
blood-sketched.
Once I prescribed your beauty,
And middle-course of action abandoned…
I pick up your rhinegem
faded and petulant now…
~Pradip Kumar Nath
Kolkata, India