The Street Across Your Bosom Poem by Dhiren Doley

The street across your bosom
Not known who walks along
Will you allow me to spread a mat to rest
By the street you decorated beautifully
I am like an ugly comet
Unwelcome blow to your reservation
Will you allow me to sit by the street
That you keep neat and clean
I can sweep the railings
With my tears of endless sorrows
Wish! I could grow as grasses,
Murmurs not on trampling
Beside the street across your bosom
Not known who walks along