Red Love Poem by Satabdi Banerjee

Red Love
Love is a word,
Red be its color.
Sparkling in my inward eye,
lingering a soft chord of enchantment tender.

Is it an essence,
an aroma in enigma?
My heart rationalizing my mind.

The more I think,
The more I skip a beat.

Transcending afar, lives my dream,
For whom I live.
With whom I shall reconcile with.

Rosy dreams drift a swift.
Cuddling on my rosy quilt,
I day dream more.
Switching on and turning on the music chords from my radio,
I dream a delight.

Embracing my loved one,
I wish to enrich more and more to the sweet.

Love, oh! Love,
when shall we burn,
I wonder the morsel of our greet.

Though I love this waiting more,
Shall I distant away further,
As long shall my breath catch a brisk,
Let Love be a favorite word,
and red be its color.

Satabdi Banerjee