Last night I took a pen and my favourite diary
To compose a love song - a sweet melody.
Sitting on my couch in my solitary chamber
I tried to write something on a blank paper.
I bit my pen and scratched my head time and again.
I closed my eyes as nothing came into my brain.
Then I saw you calling me by shaking your fingers.
Your presence filled my mind with much pleasure.
We went to a lovely garden at the full moon night.
The moon was searching her mate with her silver light.
Sitting there when I looked at your face
I got attracted by your smiling face and charming eyes.
With each other we did speak nothing.
I saw your lips shaking to say something
I heard no sound but made out what they wished to say.
Then you held me tight to caress my heart gently.
I tasted your rosy lips full of nectar.
Our souls were melting in true love's fire.
To the unknown we flew together
And we felt the ecstasy of amour.
We saw the moon shining and smiling.
Just then I heard the cloud roaring.
Soon I came back to my little chamber
And felt - I'd already composed the song of amour.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'The Bower of Love', No.16.
Cooyrights@April30,2015(12: 10am) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem