I Am My Life... Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I am my life,
Without you little confused
May be,
but I am still stiff and steady.

You are amazing
Like a fresh bloom
Of Spring,
like a fresh dew
of morning,
Like the honey bees charming,

No it can't be,
It can't be....

Mouldy, unripe, tiring
That my heart
Didn't guess your
innocent feeling.

I am graceful yet,
Rustic music now
Being played
Under the shed of
Our old palm tree,

I pray the player
For a plaintive song
To the memory of thy,
Those days were amazing
Everyday now I'm missing.

I am my life
Yes, it's my life...