My Words Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

My words like flowers in your basket may give you a fragrance that will last more.
The flowers will come and go.
The Flower in your heart that will bloom after hearing my words can never go.

The sky is deep blue and a jet just now whisked away.
The white smoke slowly and slowly scattering away,
like white flowers around the neck of deep blue sky.
Petals torn and flowing freely,
kissing each other in turbulent joy.
All will go.
Again all will come.
May come!
You will again see a jet just whisked away aroung the deep blue sky.
Yet The Flower in your heart that will bloom after hearing my words can never go.
Shall never go.

Only we will go one day.

March 2010