Love Song Of A Little Bird... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Today;
My love desire,
To fly to sing,
My feathers are crowned
Golden Wings…
My emotions are blown
By Heaven’s breeze,
Regrets and worries
Are in silent freeze…
I held my bosom,
O’er metonym cloud,
Ardent my joy on extreme loud…
My wings beholds
Mellows of cloud, its bust,
My enthusiastic affection
Is on its extreme lust…
My beak touched a kiss
O’er wet cloud mist,
Methinks,
Thunders of His bliss…
I blew off,
O’er mountains and towers
My wings went wet,
In rains of showers…
In the dusk’s of glowing twilight,
The cream of ice
Are enjoying its
Romantic and lively delight…
The hearts in blowing couples
Are filled with divine temptations,
Where,
The souls are in silent conversation…
Quite and calm
The cloud sails,
Regretting o’er which,
Me frails…
A touch of pleasure
Touch me whole,
Methinks of glory alike,
Waving through diamond’s coal…
Cloud disappeared in heights of sky,
Admiring the day
My emotions conceived shy…
Thanking thou gratefully,
May this day returns,
Along new sun, my hopes cry joyfully…
Today;
My eyes beholding a new sun,
Admiring a past with new moon
My life indeed, is blessed
With Ye,
As everlasting boon…
It is again my love,
This begs
Thirsty so much for thy affection,
My heart aches…
Thine love;
Blew me o’er yellow fields,
O’er green oceans
The farmer yields…
Here again my destined pleasure,
Ye so near! Ye so closer!
Singing my love for thee,
Oh! Metonym Cloud!
Behold me in dissolving ye,
Love me loud…
Us in remote phase of universe’s foundation,
Let’s drown in divine glaze of
Lively temptation…
The lace of wind bonded us
Alike lust dream,
Melting one’s love o’er another
Alike soundless stream…
My beak goes thirsty
For thy marshy mellows,
It grabs thou whole,
Sipping of thy juicy shallow…
My wings stretched in freshness of joy,
Thy chilling droplets of love
Feels me coy…
Oh! Thou Metonym Cloud!
Forever such
Be thee mine,
Oh! Thou Metonym Cloud!
Forever such
Love me loud! ! !