Prasun Goswami

The Vast Horizon of Silence

Fireflies wet the shards of clouds with sighs —
The shadow\'s spring moon dips in a blue dream raft —
The black sky fades with the sea’s tears —
Under the crimson planet, the night deepens in the dense hizol forest.
Burnt by the moon’s pride on tattered wings —
The mystic traveler of distant lands is lost in the call of the dusky twilight.