In The Book Of Love Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Her lips smiles when
I hold her arms with my poetic sense
Her Beautiful waist
demands a brilliant chain
And always should be embossed in
my page with this pen.

I am so much busy these days
That I can't write of her praise every day
Hope I would decorate
Her name in my book of fame
like an impassioned play.

Her face is so fascinating
In the sky of endless joy
The merriment will come
When our destination will employ
In the book of love.