Love Is A Means Of Transport Poem by Suvro Bhattacharya

In the meantime; with few chopped arid sorrows and worries
If you put me in the frying pan
On the stove

Good gracious Lady you'll find my love bare and naked in size!

Brimming in joy
All the burned red shifted love
Fried naked and bare;
Will serve you:
Your appetite dear!

Sonner you taste it!
Sonner the flavour will take you back to normal.
As the stars twinkle:
Moon light dances in the Niagra night:
Every wombs cryies out with new borns!

Meanwhile with the onset of our mutual trust:
All those fried crisp love will start Reshaping the world
With a new dawn.