Imprint Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Such beautiful eyes! , a long hair
With dark brownish imprint
She must be a queen appearing
From the garden of love.
What an Impress!
Would she let me glare at her face all the day
So long as I want to
And my book of love would completely hold
The meaning in pure ecstasy?
Oh what a beautiful, so charming is her face!

Today flowers are so much smiling
The clouds are in an unknown delight
Leaving some Impressings of whitish remark.
You know, they will never return back
Like someone's last embrace
from his beloved's heart.

Oh the beautiful queen! ...
To whom shall I compare thee? ...
Do you have the wish to spend this time
Like a forlorn?
Like the Queen Elizabeth?

Return dear, please return,
To the kingdom of love
Someone may be waiting there so long
To destine his fate with you and in your love,
May want to be your handsomest beloved.