The mirror of my innerself
When your love is at high tide
my feelings hide
all the sorrows and griefs
under the dense assembly of leaves
of the delight-tree
where my life-bird becomes fully free.
The rains come from your eyes
lie down on the bed of my sadness,
the pleasure from the fulcrum of your heart
flies high in the sky of my happiness.
The roof of the proof of all my activities
is your reflective activities,
the manuscript of my mind is always
sent to you, the publisher who plays
a vital role in the printing of my innerself;
thus comes the feelings-elf
flying towards the understanding-
my identity lies in your identity clinging
to each other in the amorous way-
never to be farther away.
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem