Forgive Me Poem by Sanjib Saha

She's touching,
Touching the feet.

The toes are clicking
The birthing tip,
The apex of soft shining shadow.
The long stride
Cross the river
Of whispering heart.

She's touching,
Touching the feet.
The toes are melting,
The dew drop's encircling
The grass green.

Who will take care of you!

I am in the foremost submersion
Within the soul,
Within the beauty of her,
Only for her.

She is still in the dawn.
Touching the wind
With her shining bright
With her soft soothing kiss
Spearheading the essence
Of the scented sigh,
The moan of trilling heart.

I am still on the wandering
Twinkling space,
I am sitting on the eyelash,
On the nipple of her breast-

Oh god! why are you serving me?

Forgive me!
Give me the mightiness
To serve the life,
The Universe.

You are touching the earth
With your greatest love.