In The Garden Of Paradise Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

My life goes through a circle.
Seasons come and show their enrichment.
This wandering soul is desirous to hold her arms,
And love wants to assimilate in the color of purple.

Summer is so warm but not warmer than this awaiting heart.
Where everyday the longing to eye of beloved's eyes
can ease her man's thirst before depart.
Yes, before I depart...

When rain will shed the nectar of heaven's bliss,
My poem will be gifted to revive the forsaken past
Where her nearness could appease
these vacant days and the soul's lust.

Her beautiful soft hands and gorgeous smile
Could have eroded the pain of winter,
But, alas! I did too late to write her name
In the book of fame being just a vile.

Spring is coming!
The soul can sense the pleasures of percept amazing.
Now in my pages, I will pen few words
In praise of her name.
Hope my friends someday would summise,
Shall I be granted to have a beautiful bed in the garden of Paradise?