Bireswar Halder

I`m as if in a game of blind man`s buff,
Running always to catch hold of the cuff.
I fall and falter again and again, get hurt
Often tears flow down my cheeks in a spurt.

I know you are always somewhere near,
Peals of your laughter, your footsteps I hear,
With each passing moment, I sense your trace
Blindfolded, I only draw a figment of your face.

I am tired with this hide and seek,
You are a juggler with many tricks,
I wonder how much you enjoy the game
Only an image floats, you breathe over me

O the blissful, the graceful angel of time
No more game - let me see your smiling face.
Please unveil my eyes with a divine power,
My life will turn full after the game gets over.