Comments about Dipankar Roy
My soul into the happy Garden-state
There i transcending love-river with my mate
Stumbling on the grass, casting the flowers.
Yet, she creates cluster of drew
And computes love of nature on her view
But only i see on her; evaporating rose to share.
Brook kisses the mud and waves on high,
Dawn to dusk drops of love fly way in the sky
Each flowers twinkle and run to go aside of sun.
My mate enters as feed of nature
Her every love thought for buds future
Restless eye cast over garden but to me she is my maiden.
To win my mate with green ...