Just Poetic (Part 2) Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

It seems that
all the love, emotions of my life
Has been painted in this perfect container.

Everytime I look at this decor, the flower vase,
And I remember that beautiful
smiling face
of my love.

The way it beautifies itself,
my love once used to dress up beautifully
and bring her sweet silent
smile in front of me.

Now everything is quiet and still,
And in this stillness I regain my inspiration,
And in such solemnity,
Some lines, memories
will be written in a blank
White poetic page
and that's called The Book of Love.