My Beautiful Flower Vase Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Here is a pleasure to glare at my beautiful flower vase,
My fancy and desires, for a while, clung to its sleek shiny face,
There Isee the radiant eyes of an unselfish heart.
She looks very innocent while shyly smiles,
I want my flower vase very decorated
and adorned with some of your jubilant lines.
The tuneful songs everyday play in this little hut
You can't say I just drive away the importance of time
Walking in a hopeless way like as to rest in a droughty desert.
Here, in is this world of leisure
I can see a vicinity fulfilling my inmost desire.
My flower vase is not just a flower vase
It's a wondrous thing holding the prowess
to make my lines amorous and fair.