Lotus Blooms On Your Lap Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

I shall be coming o lady love with wreath of victory
We to meet on way to grove on bank-other end of cloud
So much talk smeared with spore are kept on cloud
Our meet will be at evening at cloud’s lap under flower.

We to meet on way to grove on bank- other end of cloud
Sky touch house in eye of Bengal red sari with green end
Our meet will be at evening at cloud’s lap under flower
Blood sheds so many talks are mixed in soil of Bengal.

Sky touch house in eye of Bengal red sari with green end
O moon if you want flowers will bloom unveiling her face
Blood sheds so many talks are mixed in soil of Bengal
Sun laughs on grass at dawn Lotus blooms on your lap.

O moon if you want flowers will bloom unveiling her face
Beam whispers becoming moonlight on star’s foot step
Sun laughs on grass at dawn lotus blooms on your lap
Moon causes wave in river You the flower of earth.