A Homeland Of Mine Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Is it unusual to root for the oceans and stars?
Is it what you, too, wish. When you look above the roof, beholding the moonlight pouring his ardent potions in bonds that never meant to fall apart?
Dear reader, the long lost logs remembers delightful mornings,
she came downhill with the sun beams dancing at the top.
Days beginned with filling empty cups,
I found her sitting next to me, and explaining how the world consented unbrindled winds to talk.
Blossoms fell wishing roots to be strong in the temples of my town.
I remember, how slowly frost appealed snow to pause the time,
I remember, fingertips were bound to call you mine.
When night was welcomed before dawn,
I, too, knew the sky saw me, while a fallen star was drawn.

Tracing multifarious pathless seas,
Where she said incantations floated being old and beautiful near leas.
My inclination to live for her eyes and words,
Always searching for an occasion to spin by the breeze, as winds blows in seas.
Which, perhaps, might ask love to stand and choose rain, as the far-off vales pleas in vain.

Dear reader, the half moon is still complete,
The bottom of my heart holds an unforgettable picture deep within,
The edge of the glacier collapsing as the sunlight pours,
"I'm a cold heart, " she exclaims.
Didn't she know, winter was known, just the same?
Stars find hues of infinities in her eyes, an iridescent spark emits whenever she waves and smiles.

If she understands why Venus stood near the moon,
She someday might realize, these verses came from a soul carving a name by her side, while humming tunes.

A swarm of butterflies resting on petals ,
Four little daisies loved her as she sprinkled water on them.
They rose and sang in the daylight welcoming my lady here after.
A home was completed by living together,
A nest was, too, build for birds to return home in every kind of weather.