Walking down the solitary lane
He kept on searching for the beautiful dame
For many years, as harsh time went,
Loneliness destroyed that sensuous scent
Fat skin though made him a cruel casanova
As his estranged mind wandered
Pursuing for the ravishing diva
And one day, he saw, as he suddenly stood by
It was her with her pout, smiling on a high,
That beauty mole was still there on her soft chin
Inviting him to dance, love, kiss and rejoice within..
Blurred vision it was, as his heart turned cold...
Veil of intense illusion can also be bold
Sometimes causing scorching pain..
Copyright © 2014 Indranil Bhaduri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem