Luvophile

(Poem) 

Tapas Sarkar

Alone I walk into the late night Earth,

The moon, I see melting into the darkness 

With no adieux,

And then, I stay sleepless 

Looking at stars until the rain comes,

But it is always too late;

Rather, I drink a drop of dew

Fallen from the dawning silhouette,

In the morning I suffer reincarnation, a new life. 

You call me nyctophile, astrophile, selenophile…

Her absence keeps my pluviophile suffering,

Her refusal defines my Luvophile abrupt.