She Is My Beautiful Dame Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I saw her from that distance
As I'm going towards the lonely beach,
With a curling hairlock
All the beauties are just enwrapped
In that sweet innocent face,
Oh! I don't know how to confess! !

She is my beautiful dame,
Yet, I don't know what is her name,
But I guess it could be the Queen of love,
In this lonely beach that I have guessed,
And I think, finally she just came...

Surely, some lines I'd like to write,
I would...,
But yet...! ! ,
I need to know yet,
Why she has come in this lonely beach?
In this arid bed,
All the desires just
Gather here while a heart gets disheartened,

Yet I shall write, must I....,
My lines are now stained to
Draw the name with the words of faith,
In the leaves of faith.