Your Image Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

At the dead of night
In my sleep
Your image appears
In a dream.

Those magnetic eyes,
And infectious lips
Whisper the secret.
I recognize you
By the unique smile
And the rare odour
Of your presence.

So close, yet so far
You appear like a fairy,
It seems a dreamy reality.
Your image dispels
The darkness of night,
And the weakness of mind.

All the hours, the image
Like occasional lightning
Flashes on my face.
From the radiant eyes
Shower the rains of love,
And vanish in the air
Thy image I seek everywhere.