Poem No: 04. O My Little Angel, Source Of Mirth Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

O my little angel, source of my mirth!
You don't know how close you are to my heart.
How can you make out how much I love thee
As you are too tiny to perceive me?

'Tis not too much if I call Time a Giant
As he'll devour every beauty on earth.
Like a burglar or professional thief
He'll try to make our possession so brief.

One day when you shall grow and be mature
And you will turn o'er the leaves of my verse,
You shall understand how much I love thee
As I've stored your childhood in my poetry.

Then I'll conceive- my verses aren't valueless
And my heart must be filled with happiness.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'Beauty and Truth in Love', No: 4
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