Illusion Poem by Bireswar Halder

Let me stroll alone for sometime
Don't tease me any more
Please let go the hem of sari
You are naughty to a hilt.

Dear why don't you listen to me?
Look, everyone in park whispers
And their oblique gazes onto me
You the shameless and cruel!

Weary of a long wait
You mock my position
Putting blinds in others' eyes, I came
Your cold demeanour dwarfs this self.

Please allow me to move free
Do not make any more fun, dear.
Do you feel happy if I am teased?
Leave the hem of sari, please.

Alas thorny bushes! You are the offender
And tugged at the hem of my sari.
I misread my dear friend
Who promised to meet me in the park.