Amp_Rodite Poem by Indranil Bit

At the bend of the road,
In the corner of the floor,
In the middle of the roar,
Drenching herself in the pour!
She was there standing mum.
Her eyes froze on you n none.

For you, its simple as it alwaws is.
And she is mad to dream for this.
'Why at all do you stir a hiss?
Why you cry hard when you miss'
'I am blind to the world' she says
'My eyes are only n only on your face'

She is a fool and fools are good!
She can not lie when she should!
When her drunken eyes fall on you!
She can not lie and why she should?
She pour it out and all of it
Her love in flow and agony in it!

She pours her love with her drunken eyes.
She remains mum, she speak through eyes.
Alas! Is her love deaf in your eyes?
To ignore her sobs as a fruitless cry?
I witness you both, i witness it all!
A paint of love and I paint it all.