The Souvenir Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

the sun was about to set
the evening, ornamented
with drops of lights
coming from heaven,
like a shower of early spring

I looked at her
the hand of desire painted
a summer mosaic
across the canvas of my life.
wind coming from the east end
filled the corner with love

and the night has begun....

I have kept my heart
in front of her
for her eyes to smash it again!

she crawled towards it
I remained silent, hypnotized
her eyes looked like falling stars, radiant

beauty was there, an unknown charm
even the mirror wanted to take it in
of my heart.

wishes rebelled to come out
years of waiting began to melt
turning itself to a hopeless addiction

I was losing my breaths
she came closer to me
and written the souvenir of love
on my brown skin

and, on that day of spring
I have lost myself once again!