Thy Furtive Look Poem by Prabir Gayen

: Thy furtive look:

Those pair of eyes art my heaven,
And those open locks art my dream,
Thy look and the mindless sight take my heart underneath my chest.
Thou art beauty beyond express.
Onto thy lips art lovely romance,
The epistle of uncharted pain of my heart,
Thy neck and under thy breast art the meeting of waveless brine,
Thou art a mirror of my being with no cloud to bar.
Upon thy pure self is my rest and respite.
Will I make a clandestine footing onto thy secret citadel,
Squeeze the juice of life to fight death ultimate.
Upon thy swelling breast is my quiet rest, emancipation.
With warmth of heart will drop the potion of love that will make the journey smooth sailing,
The wave will cleave the way to unknown reign of divinity,
Upon thy entire being my sky is painted.