In My Last Life Poem by Pranab Kusum Dutta

In my last life
Had I not starved for a last kiss?
When sunlight begets butterflies
In my last conceived hope
You would be at least- In your eyes
Expecting me in the same way, I do.

Some of our dreams sometimes come true
And rests are, we don't know where they go.
I don't love to see them coming back, but you
If possibly can visit me again, then I'll show
My parched lips and scorched heart
Somehow still alive though
The reason you know.

My last wish to embrace a poetical life
I begged nectar and you stabbed a knife!
Hence my prayers were granted
I had got someone whom I wanted
Within me......
My miss.

My beloved, pray once
Let your lover rest in peace.