Water Of Love Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

I shape my palm like a bowl
And hold a bit of water of love
I feel it’s coolness, I can see it quiver
I can see self reflections, as I stand by the river
There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold
As the river of love flows on..
With a million miseries untold

I can’t take a grip of you..
You’ll escape from my fingers
Yet, you’ll stay as long as I hold you
And your presence is bound to linger
You could take the shape of anything
You can make wet almost everything
But no one could really capture you..
You flowed away to someplace new
In my moist palms you remain remnant in time
Of the water of love that I thought was mine
But now I find you are free and divine
Expectations led to agonies…
And those agonies were just mine
You are free to come…and you are free to leave
While I remain an empty vessel waiting to hold you..
With my humble hands of belief
There’s so much of it, and so less I can hold
As the river of love flows on..
With a million miseries untold