I was on the bed as sleeping with sound sleep.
And then took fresh air from the window, half-open.
It was a new moon…didn’t see anything towards the street.
The entire atmosphere was silent in a gentle frame.
I started dreaming with unsound joy in full swing.
I experienced the pretty silence of the night and its pleasure,
That time the entire people deluged their sleeping
Due to their day hard work as well as many-a-affair.
Towards that mission I thought and sometime slept,
I did not find out what I was with the closing eyes.
Sometime I found some soft fine light to my eyes and got conscious swift,
And I discovered it that someone from the sky offered me a new rise.
Todays best new poem was written by Ridendick Mitro.
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