Mid of Night 

Thinking you is meaningless.

Writing from it is rambling.

Our love seems to be meaningless.

Writing from reasoning now I–

Think is monotony, still water–

Nothing new, nothing meaningful

Only remorse, only same words–

In synonym, in the guise of the motif.

Meaningless thus seem writing–

Now…at night when it’s at mid…

Daily Prompt: Meaningless

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Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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