Gone With The Wind Poem by vidyut chakraborty

That Cuckoo is cooing in my ears,
Swinging fragrance of those white floral is touching.
Once upon a time I loved you.

Twister blows over the barren field
Like the drought torn brunet rag
a lot of lust pass by
You erect me high.

Love drags me between the rays and rivulet.
I can see now the droplet of tears on your cheeks
Heaving inside your breasts -
an agony unquenched-
it is my love my pride.

Pitter patter rain drops drench the greens.
Crimson leaves are wetting alone
A gust surrounds your silhouette
I love to touch its curves.

Give me some space, I want to décor you.
my torn goodwill is locked in old safe.
My Love! You are still young.

With all my poverty, my wretchedness
I turn every page day and night.
Gone with the wind my pledge and pride
I read the writ in light and shade
A blank entirety- it is you,
my destiny, my eternity.