Come To Me - Poem by Anish Debnath
Oh! you sweetheart, you beauty with brain,
why did you take me in your arm you lovely dove?
Coz it seriously made me alien
growing a sixth sense in me that is 'love'.
What? why are you smiling?
Thinking how sarcastic he is?
Why dont you take it otherwise?
Why cant you think this love is a bliss?
So take it as a passion, as an apex subjuct
in which you want to score high.
Only by your own where you dont need classes
or sweetheart it will be a sigh.
Let me kiss your eyes, then nose, and then wet pink lips
with my arms tight around your hips
and close you eyes
leaving behind every surrounding advice.
I bet, I can surely bet
every past and future you will forget.
We both will be dumb.
After a while it will make all our senses numb.
Please dont take it in some evil-sense.
This is some way of inventing love
with thoughts going into dense.
So be a part of it, it is full of life.
Oh! my darling be my wife.
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