May I - Poem by Saptarshi Banerjee
You sing to merry in painful tune
What joy is there in sorrow?
You walk aloof of world and me
Is there none in the crowd, for you to borrow?
Why you buy your own flowers?
Where is your love hiding?
When you sad and your eye showers
May I be your confiding?
You pretty smell, you eyes of smoke.
Will you be mine to have?
The divine blessing I cannot assure.
Promise I still of comfort and care.
But don't you test me for a mere trial;
For togetherness should never conclude in denial.
If not me I still will glow-
Brighter than your own smiles flow.
Till I see you sing to merry-
In joyous company,
Abandoning all melancholy.
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