A Letter To The Beloved Poem by Prasenjit Roy

In the depths of truth, I search for you,
You are my pleasure, my treasure, my everything anew...
In your heart, I long for solace and peace,
It's your love that makes me pure and rich.
The stream of time flows, carrying me along,
As I sing of you, a heartfelt soothing song.
Disbelief and prejudice, thus slowly fade away,
In the garden of words, poets freely roam and play.
The world around me stops revolving to witness your beauty,
The time stops running, Sun forgets its duty...
The stars gossip about you out of extreme envy,
Among all, only one who seeks for your company it's solely me.