Love May Be Alone For Foolish Poem by Suvrajit Barua

In this varied life, many are alone for diverse mind
All dream, but very few people's dream come true.

In dream, I ask ascendant hand to be friend till death;
Many hands are risen up to touch my dream
But I search her pair hand for breathing
Which can hold my soul by love.
If I could find her hand in return for life
If our hands become one like our souls
If we love each other breaking all obstacles,
Then friendship begins with heavenly truth.

I dream in the constant sorrow of happiness;
Most of dreamer are wounded in the dark universe of dream
Yet all willingly participate the emotional keenness.
So getting love as self soul isn't matter of writing poetry
Many disappear because of negligence, I realize.

It's realized to me,I'm very average and repugnant
I cannot understand the desire of my beloved
Why would she love me by holding my hand?
All know, fools can not live forever in love;
As few people miss the moonlight at every turn.
So I'm incapable to hold my beloved's hand, ineligible to embrace her.