Unfolding Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

My soul longs for you.
Your rossy lips can be the first word of my page,
My heart is now filled with poetic sense,
What shall I write about thee?
One pain may fail to raise the praise
That's full of purity.
But I don't want to lose such fate
Where I can soak up my messy state.

Beholding your eyes of
I just want to engross me
Into your beautiful eyes
Oh dear, I'm unfolding my poetic state.
You are the desire of saints.
How lucky I could be!
How lucky I could be...