PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

(29-06-1976 / Guskara-Burdwan)

A common fear...


my heart will bleed in blue sorrow
if minus you comes any tomorrow

once He grants me you for ever
nothing and never shall i borrow...

when plus you brings a jackpot joy
that floods me to the rosy core
a fear often brings a coffin cold
what shall i do if you aren`t with me any more

not in any wild dream
i dreamed of any Belmont
never did i dream of any Monsieur or centaur

you came to me like a happy dream
ah! so real a joy...
more than a fancy pleasure
in half-sound a slumber

yet a fear pulls me apart
and draws out all tears
what shall i do
if we ever go asunder

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

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  • * Sunprincess * (6/17/2014 11:46:00 AM)

    ............oh yes very nicely you penned this beautiful poem.....this is truly a common fear of everyone who loves someone.... (Report) Reply

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