New Season Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

At the arrival of this season,
I’ve found in the mind’s river
An endless flood of love.
The garden has bloomed
In the mind with the coolness of moon.
You could call me mad
Judging from the flow of such words.

I’ve wrapped you in the carpet of my soul,
Contained in the house of new relations.
The innocent words run here and there
To penetrate the door of the past.

Look,
I get drenched in the rains of emotions.
I may be smiling at times
But unable to speak;
Be it a luck or misfortune,
You don’t see all such feelings,
Hidden behind all the acts,
All speeches, be spoken or not.

I dress as a dream merchant,
Wait for the flower to bloom in my body.
I try to create a magic of my words;
My gesture is to create a mystic dew;
All I do for you to see
To feel happy and be mine.