Somewhere Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

My days just going through the silence,
And silent is my tune, just everything
Without my mistress's charming eyes,
Seems to be mouldy, without any glim;
Winter winds just touch this arid heart
And the soul again senses the desire.
Oh my beloved, I'm here, right here,
In this very moment I can see, I can feel
The entrancing essence of closeness,
Can feel our proximity,
As if the glow of joyfulness seems to help us
To define the deepest meaning
That may grow up someday somewhere.