Like a match-stick inside a match-box
You are a hidden guest for me.You sublime fox!
Like a match-stick outside the match-box
You will come out with fire. You preying fox!
Be there where I need you. While I dare.
Be there where you need me. To take one's care.
Copyright: Shamik Bose 16th Dec 2010 Calcutta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem