Everyday Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

There is a pleasure
Constantly to watch those lustrous eyes,
Hiding slightly myself from her trace
Standing by a lamp-post of my city corner.
Here, I wake up everyday with a new hope
And with some self-centred youthful thoughts
To be my desire.
Here to come means to become a wanderer,
A hankering demands some freedom,
Demands to fly,
Leaving the kingdom of boredom
With a deep sigh.
Hope I could sing the songs of joy
And to become the player of a romantic play,
If her trusty mind could have quenched my youth's thrust,
And allowing me before those beautiful eyes forever to stay,
I would have enjoyed here spring afternoons immersing all the day.
l, till now here, just pretended to be a lover,
But today I can't stay!
I can't but love her today,
Yes, I can't but love her,
Because of a smart queenly look
Alluring me every time, everyday, everywhere...