In The Mid Way Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

When I feel to fly,
When I wish to open up
The besotted tune,
I just ride upon the chariot of joy
To behold the seaside
Called The Liberty Beach.
No hastiness, no burdens....
Last night was the same.
In the mid way,
I met a fascinating dame,
Her soft innocent smile
Endears me to embellish
Some lines of desires.
I stared, I stayed for a while
To figure out the beauty of her smile.
I want to spend a lot of time
In my own impassioned way.
Oh my dear, what should I bestow
You as a gift of love?
Well, if you remind my verse
In your reminiscence
Whether it's some arrhythmic lines
Or a simple free verse...