Let's be lovers again on the Belvedere
Hand in hand we would climb the stairs
Then fly to the past in our memories' wings
To that timeless space where duelled Hastings!
Let's be lovers again in that time spectral
On Victoria's lawn her memorial
In the autumn's white blue horizon
Under the bronzed face of Curzon!
Let's be lovers again in our revived heart
In wind kissed skin on the Prinsep Ghat
See the sun go down on the west bank low
Coloring our eyes in the river's glow!
Let's be lovers again in the garden of Kyd
Where under the banyan love poems we read
Take a boat sail to the south upstream
Where the Hugli flows in the Bay's dream!
Why can't we be lovers like the olden time
Where landed Charnock in the humid clime
That grew to a city with three villages to start
And etched forever in two lovers' hearts!
Enjoyed this excursion of the young lovers back in time to the historical places of Kolkata..... I can also see the pride and loyalty, a man has for his native city! Beautiful memoirs!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a wonderful journey I just took (without my passport) I felt the wind and I felt the love. Such a nice poem from your pen!