The Wanderer Poem by Somnath DasGupta

Oh wanderer, stop your wandering heart.
Wait,
Savor this moment, feel the air, bring that hidden smile of yours.
&
Smile to the wind.
The wind that blew, feeling your face.
Touched me, my soul and;
Ailing heart for thee.

Today the day of LOVE, we celebrate.
When the sky fell in love with the full moon.
The bright moon became pale, when I stared at him,
Asking for your address, I just wanted to relegate.
But it turned pale and ran into the depth of clouds.

The wilderness beckons me!
I wait on the cross roads,
Putting my fear in shrouds.
Followed the directions, that leads to nowhere
But my mind guides, that it leads to you.
To a place where you sit down and smile wearing a mohair.

A place, which is abandoned by sensible people,
Who define love and its boundaries in days, hours and relations.
Where there are small uninhabited emotions forming beautiful carnations.
There are thorns too and so are flowers with fragrance.
Some saw desert there when they came with the soul of logic
And you saw the fertility there with a soul of wanderer.