Is It Love? Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

I miss you when you are away from me
I feel very sad when I fail to see
I remember you throughout the day

I crave to talk you something romantic
Touching your hands I feel fantastic
For your problem I go to temple and pray

You come often in my dream at night
You sit beside me, never we fight
I keep on listening, you only say

I fear losing you round the clock
All the openings and holes I block
Is it called love or the insane bray?