Hurting Love Poem by Biplab Singha

It is on the way
When I do go to my class
It is then
When I reach near her
The perfect one, the lovely one
Whom I see always working on the fields
The sweet girl with no much beauty
Has no brother I think, to see
She has a small cottage by the path
Where we meet sometimes
I wonder to see
What she does to look at us
Through a gap of the broken bamboo wal
She runs to see us
Can't I understand
What the hope is in her
I think this
As she lives a life so far