Treasure Island

Uttam Biswas

(kustia, Bangladesh)

Dividing The Dearest


The garden is mine,
The plants are mine,
The flowers bloom
And sweetly smile,
But the sweet laughs of flowers
Are not mine.

In the garden,
There are various flowers,
The flowers are beautiful,
The flowers sing
The songs of beauty
With the swing of the air,
But the beautiful songs
Are not mine.

In the garden,
The flowers spread sweet scent,
This scent charms various people,
They get pleasure from it,
But I can't get any pleasure.

Sweet smile, charm, scent
All these are the parts of beauty.
Where beauty stands,
We can not make a stop
For the bumble bees.
This is why-
I can not think you
Wholly mine.

Submitted: Sunday, December 04, 2011
Edited: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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