To Come Back Again Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Her sparkling eyes urge me
to come back again
In the garden of love.
I need to choose a silent side
Beside those fresh blooming rose trees
To look on myself in solitude again.
And I need my personal pen,
And give me a fiddle,
I want to decorate her name again
In my heart and wish to adorn my page
with a deep poetic emblem.
Look dear-I have come, I am sitting here,
In the garden of love;
I have come again driven by a desire
And myself I could not tame.
Look! Look at me dear.
Today I am a wanderer, I have to go.
Look at me dear, I need to go...