PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
Be Proud Of Your Peerless Love, My Ladylove. - Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
You may not catch up with me
or maybe someday you may overtake me
if you are potent with the fairy speed
to zoom past my rocket fast feet.
What if you fail?
You must not feel low.
Are we not bold wayfarers of the same maze?
Shall we ever stop in a midway blinding haze?
Not even the end of the mysterious journey
can surpass your infinite love for your honey.
Such a paragon of highly amorous Arabian Nights
must feel proud for dwarfing many quintessential heights.
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