Destiny Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

An urge whispers into my ear
Breaking the sleep; sound
Oh I was on a drowse…

Dreaming that glisten face
Half hidden behind the clouds
Floating atop those mountains-
Far, too far from my sight;
Yet calling for the soul, desperately…

That pair of lips kisses mine
Frigid with coldness of death,
To warm me up, my soul again;
The air twitches, fluttering the eyes
I'm back to senses…

Dreams seem real and reality!
Still to walk, constantly towards
Atop the mountain, where
The glisten face is waiting;
Those lips shivering and arms open
To greet me, my destiny…