This Winter Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

At the very beginning of this Winter
When you will sit down often
on your silent garden bench
staring at those scenarios
that reflect in front of your eyes,
Like clamy winds, morning's dank leaves,
serenity of City roads,
Clamness of long Highways,

This time your deep inner thoughts
Will turn into a long romantic verse,
In a long fresh white poetic page.
Beside this silent garden bench
You're now seated,
Once you've seen her sweet
smiling face,
You've seen, and everytime
fallen in her love deeply.
Now the pages will be inked brightly in
The Book of Love.