Souvenir Of Love Poem by Krishnendu Gupta

I can never forget the time,
when we were together
two cups of wine we took,
under the cover of feather,
we talked the whole day,
beneath the shadow of tree,
our sights kissed which was a play,
and the tickets were free,
we gazed at the humangous sky,
and smeared colour to it,
we gave a persistant try to,
make the candle to lit,
we heard the hyme of birds
and floated with it at the dusk
we tangled our hearts with the thread
which was made out of husk
our mouths were busy at
performing the royal act,
but our eyes did all the talkings
and that is the real fact
we took an oath
under the twilight sky
that we would fire our love again and again
and make our dreams to fly...