Dances Of Desire Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Much have I enjoyed
The mystery of love,
And much more to trace
The essence yet,
Oh the Lord of love,
I am here, here
In this silent midnight
To see the dances of desire.
And the perception? ?
Yes, the songs of joy
Here just plays with its own trait,
And I need to grow up my own faith
Day by day,
Summer after summer.
No hastiness, no burdens....,
Just to decorate, just to smile....,
Sitting on my quiet ganden bench
While I am on my way
And to evoke new lines
To prink the poetic page.
Oh the Lord of love....