My Wishes Broached Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

My wishes broached

O my dearest give me a shelter
Not made of bricks and lime,
Give me a dwell where hearts salvage and dine.
Give me free space round and clear,
Through your lane with den and deer.
Give me hide to lime the fun,
When time chase I like to head and run.
Trees with flowers and cuckoo with chants,
Rivers gliding waves makes hearts to rant.
Make my songs audible to wherever you lie,
My heart, a butterfly don't make it shy.
As the golden birds fed with golden dish,
Rich is the world and the whole is your bliss.
Always be here as we need your thurst,
Just mellow your traps to try my chest.
Dear God.dear God don't make me boil,
My tryst is with love but my fingers nailed.

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