Liberty Beach (Part 5) Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Today, I'm anxious a bit, quite unfit to sing;
In this solitude I am here, merely a player,
Standing right in the middle of Liberty Beach
Tuning my violin's thinnest string,

The gleams of full moon,
The night's true mate
Acting as a conjugate between the sky
And this glittering sandy plate.

Oh the Lord of love, accept my prayers,
I'm just a little kid
The very words of love to explore,
Crawling little by little until I reach at your door,

Today my heart longs to write in silence,
Something very deep that bears faith,
Some new phrases of closeness glaring at the quiet stream
To adorn my blank leaflet.


Look dear, look, behold the moon,
Today has come down
Being a herald of divine bless
To extenuate our gloomy days.