The Supreme Worshipper Of Beauty Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

I am not that person What you said to your
Friends, near and dear ones.
I was enchanted by your heavenly beauty
Beauty that nature can never be proud of
Snatching away forever...
I only adore you and your beauty parallelly;
If it be my fault, I bow down accepting my
Fault to everyone, but not rumour you
Among your friend or your near and dear Ones, I am not that type of person What
You think, I am only The Supreme Worshipper of Beauty" as the poet said.