A Very Colorful Place Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I have died so many times in this life,
Sometimes in love, sometimes in disgrace,
Sometimes in dusty desires and being a hopeless,
And sometimes in the sludge of jest,
Yet my world is a very colorful place.
Yes, it's a very colorful place.

Today I have drunk heaven's sweet shower
That strengthens my heart
To hold some poetic sense.
Oh the flowers love! please help me to embellish
So that I can embrace my beloved very deeply
With some simple rhythmic essence.

Today the colors of my garden
Are so bright, why are they too much dazzling?
Why the flowers are smiling today?
Is there something betokening
Me to become so amorous again?
Oh my beloved, see today my garden,
I am here holding my poetic pen
To bestow my love a new emblem.