I can't understand
The complexity of life.
I am very very innocent
Like a smiling baby.
O my dear, my dear love!
Don't play with my pure mind.
My mind is drenched
With the pure dew of Love.
My heart is soaked
With the new born light of truth.
O my dear, my dear Love!
Don't trample my tender heart.
I don't know how to change myself
Like a blood sucker.
My mind is white like snow
But it's filled with colourful dreams.
O my dear, my dear Love!
Don't make my dreams colourless.
I live in the world made by myself.
It's adorned with beauty, truth and Love.
Here dreams fly like the fairies.
Peace and calmness play with me.
O my dear, my dear Love!
Don't try to destroy my world.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'The Bower of Love', No.9.
Copyrights@April04,2015(11: 35pm) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very fine poem.10