That Sweet Smile Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Oh! a sharp shooter shooted,
A sharp shooter shooted me,
Very perfect was that guess,
And knew how to perforate this chest,
A sharp shooter shooted me
With her sweet glistening eyes,
I'm now no longer in my state,
Just lying in this grassy field
Whole day without any wit,
Just lying in this grassy bed
Oh! she knows so well how to perforate.
Beside me, there is a little lake,
Reflections there can easily strike
In your open eyes.
Flowers of autumn dancing beneath the sky.
Clouds flying thoughtlessly
Exchanging their gaits,
I am just lying here without any fiat.
A little spoke sounding a tune,
Speaking in its own way,
May be a message from an unknown state
It's here as a witness of my besotted mind,
Tell me my little friend where to find?
That sweet smile where to find...