My Love Returns Poem by vidyut chakraborty

A whirlwind not a twister,
It is my love march past.
I cannot but wonder!
Does she come back?

One abreast hug I longed for
with a touch of lips not so hot.
Eyes soar and run amok.
Heart goes high and low and haunt.

Wind blow haste, river spate
Ocean forget to wave
Forests sigh in moaning fret
Rain-dropp smells sweet taste.

Here she comes, laugh aloud,
Does she mean me abstract?
She runs fast, gust surrounds,
My love is coming back.

She reaches my hands and pulls my face
Touch my lip with lip.
A long hot kiss a press in chest
I lift, I leap, and I strip.

My Love comes back as if not gone.
Can a past mind mend?
But my heart is free, no pain no gain,
no past, no future but to enjoy the present.

Here she comes, loves and lauds,
gone with the wind seven years.
I am pleased with, my love resurrects,
my mores, my self. my pleasure.